I see her up there,
she is dancing on the wind with her lover,
and maybe one or the other sees me smiling
in the sun`s summer light at their perfect flight.
She sees me watching her
as she climbs and circles round,
now she`s falling and I hear him calling her
as their wings cut through the blue and the white.
I watch their perfect flight,
sometimes I see you, you`re walkin` all alone in the furs.
I want to free you but you`re no longer mine.
Maybe you never were,
although sometimes peace can find me
when I`m all alone and lying in a meadow
and bathing in the shadows
and as the sun drips down
and day turns to night
I watch their perfect flight