Turn me loose from your hands Let me fly distant lands Over green fields, trees and mountains and forest fountains Home along the lanes of the skyway
For this dark and lonely room Projects a shadow cast in gloom And eyes are mirrors Of the world outside Thinking of the way That the wind turn the tide And these shadows turn From purple into
For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting the day He can spread his wings And fly away again Fly away skyline pigeon Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind
Just let me wake up in the morning To the smell of new mown hay To laugh and cry, to and die In the brightness of my day
I to hear the pealing bells Of distant churches sing But most all please free me From this aching metal ring And open out this cage towards the sun