Turn
me loose from your hands.
Let me fly high to distant lands.
Over green fields, trees and mountains, flowers and forest fountains,
home along the lanes of the skyways.
For this dark and lonely room
Projects a shadow cast in gloom
And my eyes are mirrors of
the world outside
Thinking of the way that the wind can turn
And these shadows change
from purple into grey
For just this skyline pigeon,
dreaming of the open, praying for the day
When she can spread her
wings and fly away again
Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
Towards the dreams you left
so very far be hind
Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
Towards the dreams you left so very
far behind
Just let me wake up in the morning
to the smell of new -mown hay
To laugh and cry and live and
die in the brightness of my day
I want to hear the peeling sound
of distant church bells ring
But most of all,
please free me from this aching metal ring
And open up this cage towards the sun
For just this skyline pigeon dream
ing of the open
Praying for the day when he
can spread his wings
And fly away again
Fly away, the skyline pigeon, fly
Towards the dreams you
left so very far behind
Far away, skyline pigeon fly
Towards the dreams you left so very,
so very far behind
You