Turn me loose from your hands
Over green fields, trees and mountains
Flowers and forest, fountains
Home along the line of the skyway.
For this dark and lonely room
And my eyes are mirrors of the world outside
Thinking of the way that the wind can turn the tide
And these shadows turn from purple into grey.
For just a skyline pigeon
Dreaming of the open waiting for the day
He can spread his wings and fly away again___
Towards the dreams you've left so very far behind.
Towards the dreams you've left so very far behind.
Let me wake up in the morning__
to the smell of a new-mown hay
To laugh and cry, to live and die
In the brightness of my day
I want to hear the pealing bells
Of distant churches sing
But most of all please free me
From this aching metal ring
And open out this cage towards the sun.
For just a skyline pigeon
Dreaming of the open waiting for the day
He can spread his wings and fly away again___
Towards the dreams you've left so very far behind
Towards the dreams you've left so very
So very far behind
OUTRO