May the roads
In your gypsy soul
Lead you to a higher
ground
Kindred pilgrim
My kindred pilgrim
'til what you seek
Is found
I see you now
wandring through this world
and how you seem to me
like a grounded angel
remembering the skies
and trying to
be free
So fly on
Fly on
Fly on little angel, fly away
It's time to spread your wings
So fly on
Fly on
Fly on little angel, fly away
I pray for you beautiful things
Mmh
like a grounded angel
remembering the skies
and trying to
be free
So fly on
Fly on
Fly on little angel, fly away
It's time to spread your wings
So fly on
Fly on
Fly on little angel, fly away
I pray for you beautiful things
I pray for you
Only beautiful things