Cut the strings and let me fly
You may follow with the lifting of your eyes
Like the sunbird when it rains
I’m just following the instincts of the seasons change
Look at me I’m flying
I see you in sails
Just like a schooner sailing the sky
If God sends windy weather
We fly
Put on your windy feathers
And fly
Fly
Fly
Scan the far horizon and you’ll find me
With all the streamers tied behind me
Like a box-kite all the ribbons stream
All the trinkets in the box I bring
I’ll be homing in
On the next trade wind
Setting sail
On the next high-tide
All the ribbons and the streamers and the boxcars that I ride
Float behind me
Like a schooner in the sky
Seem like sea-wings as they follow behind me
By the lifting of your breeze (homing in...)
And the bending of your palm trees you can find me (next trade wind)
Like a schooner in the sky (seven seas)
Seem like sea-wings as they follow behind me (next high tide)
All the ribbons and the streamers (homing in) and the boxcars that I ride
Float behind me …….

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