Skyline Pigeon.mid

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 skyway,
for this dark and lonely room
projects a shadow cast in gloom.

And my eyes are mirrors of the world outside,
thinkin' of the ways that the wind
can turn the tide.

And these shadows turn
from purple into gray

for just this skyline pigeon
dreamin' of the open, waiting for the day
that he can spread his wings and fly away again.

Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
towards the dreams you left so very far behind.

Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
towards the dreams you left so very far behind.

Let me wake up in the mornin'
to the smell of new-mown hay,

to laugh and cry, to live and die
in the brightness of my day.

I wanna hear the pealing 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

for just this skyline pigeon
dreamin' of the open, waiting for the day
that he can spread his wings and fly away again.

Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
towards the dreams you left so very far behind.

Fly away, skyline pigeon, fly
towards the dreams you left
so very, so very far behind.