Hawksong

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.