This was a song I wrote while on a flight. |
The sun was rising in the east The birds were singing on every tree On the lighthouse looking out to the world But still there was no rest for me. As I fly across, the clouds above Let your mind travel and spirits free For when I am far far away on the wings of air Will the dawn of spring come back to me I grieve to leave archangel Micheal I grieve to leave the eastern realm And sprites were dancing down below As I flew over the world far below As I fly across, the clouds above Let your mind travel and spirits free For when I am far far away on the wings of air Will the dawn of spring come back to me? The horns they do sound and the birds they wake The Aspen stands, we pass by So farewell, farewell to the eastern realm For it's early in the morning I am far, far away. As I fly across, the clouds above Let your mind travel and spirits free For when I am far far away on the wings of air Will the dawn of spring come back to me? I reach the wind swept plains and they are at rest Saskatchewan and its brilliant yellow But a poor simple person just like me Must be turned and driven back to the east As I fly across, the clouds above Let your mind travel and spirits free For when I am far far away on the wings of air Will the dawn of spring come back to me? http://patdusome.no-ip.org/ (Created on a flight May 22, 2000) |