Wings of the Light
High above the shifting morning breeze A shadow drifts across the autumn
trees No map to guide his solitary flight
Just tracing lines of gold in fading light
And we look up from the heavy clay
To watch them sweep the dust of earth away
Fly on, beyond the boundaries we have drawn
Into the quiet cradle of the dawn
A circle made of feathers and of wind Where every ending is
where we begin
They build their nests from what we leave behind A simple home
of any scrap they find They brave the cold when winter starts
to bite
To find the spring that waits beyond the night
Fly on, beyond the boundaries we have drawn
Into the quiet cradle of the dawn
A circle made of feathers and
of wind Where every ending is where we begin
Where we begin... (ahhhh)
Into the dawn