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 tide
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
(Refrão)
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
(Pré-Refrão)
