Turn me loose from your hands
Let me fly to distant lands / Over green fields
trees and mountains/ Flowers and forest, fountains
/ Home along the lanes of the
skyway / For this dark and lonely room
projects a shadow castin in gloom
And my eyes are mirrors of the world outside
Thinking of the way
that the wind can turn the side
And these shadows turn from purple into grey
For just a skyline pigeon dreaming
of the open, wainting for the day
He can spread his wings and fly away again
Fly away, skyline pigeon
fly towards the dreams you've left so
very far behind
Let me wake up in the morning /
To the smell of new mown hay
to laugh and cry to live and die In the brightness of
my day
I want to hear the peeling 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 .