Skyline Pigeon

Turn me loose

from your hands.

Let me fly

(Bb)to distant (Eb)lands,

over green fields,

trees and (Ab)mountains,

(Eb)flowers (Bb)and forest fountains.

(Ab)Home along the lanes of the (Eb)skyway,

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

And my eyes are (F)mirrors of the world outside,

thinking (Eb)of the way (Bb)that the wind can (Eb)turn the tide.

And these (Ab)shadows turn from (Bb)purple into gray

for just this skyline pigeon dreaming of the open,

(Eb)waiting for the day that he can (Ab)spread his wings and (Bb)fly away again.

(G)Fly (Cm)away, (D)skyline pigeon, fly

towards the dreams you left so (Bb)very far (Eb)behind.

(G)Fly (Cm)away, (D)skyline pigeon, fly

towards the dreams you left so (Bb)very far (Eb)behind.

Let me wake up in the morning to the (Bb)smell of new mown hay,

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

I wanna (F)hear the pealing bells of distant churches sing,

but most of all, please free me (Bb)from this aching (Eb)metal ring.

(Ab)And you've left so (Eb)very, so very far

behind.