Born of the water tribe,
This girl’s divine;
Dig that vibe.
Who could ever ask for more,
Having searched from shore to shore?
Never imagined what was in store….
So let the fire inside
Reach out and shine,
To help us decide
What to do to end this war;
Never been there before.
Let this world remember this girl…
Leaving behind her
Home, reaching far out to find a
New way,
The start of a new day.
Never thought darkness fades away,
As she’s bending the water she gathers to rise,
This girl with the indigo eyes….
(Guitar solo by Russ Freeman)
Out of the water tribe,
Into my heart,
So deeply inscribe,
Words that can’t be bent to say:
What we feel inside today.
Let this world remember this girl…
Leaving behind her
Home, reaching far out to find a
New way,
A brand new day,
Never thought darkness fades away,
As she bends
The water she sends,
It’s her broken home that she mends
For a new day,
In a brand new way.
Never thought darkness fades away,
As she’s bending the water she gathers to rise,
This girl with the indigo eyes….
Has more power than you realize!
Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
Why do I want you so?
If you are my friend,
Why do you make me dream no end?
If you are my teacher,
Why do I see you as my peach—err …
If you are my sifu,
Why does my heart race for you?
If you are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If you are but a waterbender,
Why does my heart feel so tender,
As if you bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will you realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if you stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish you would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
Drop dead, Aang!
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That she bends;
She becomes the power
That she sends;
She becomes the healing that mends;
She becomes the lover that tends;
She becomes the tenderness that she shields;
She becomes the weapon that she wields.
She becomes the blood that flows
Through me as our love grows;
She would not bend it
But would defend it,
As though her own depends on it….
She is the dancer who becomes the dance;
She is the spell who becomes the trance;
She is the sifu who becomes the way;
She is the daylight who becomes the day;
She is the shower
Who becomes the rain;
She is the flower
That soothes my pain;
She is the artist who becomes the art;
And of me she has become a part--
So inseparable;
So dependable
Is she who has blossomed in my heart.
