Turn me loose fr om your hands
Let me fly to distant l ands / Over
green fields
trees and m ountains/ F lowers and
forest, fou ntains
/ Ho me along the line of the
skyway / For this dark and lonely
room
projects a s hadow castin' g loom
And my eyes are mirrors of the
world outside
Thinking of t he way
that the wind can tu rn the side
And these s hadows turn from p urple
into gre y
For just a sk yline pigeon d reaming
of the open, wa inting for the day
He can s pread his wings an d fly
away ag ain
Fly a way , skyline pigeon
fly towards the
dreams you've left so
very f ar beh ind
Just let me wake up in the morning /
To the smell of new-mown hay
to laugh and c ry to live and die In
the br ightness of my day
I want to
hear the pealing bells of distant
churches sing / But most of
all please
free me from this aching
metal ring /
And open out this c age towards the
sun .