Turn me loose from your hands.
Let me fly 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
Thinking of the ways that the wind can turn the tide.

And these shadows turn from purple into grey,
For just a skyline pigeon, dreaming of the open,
Waiting for the day that he can spead his wings,
And fly away again.

Fly away, Skyline Pigeon, fly.
Toward the things you left so very far behind.
Fly away, Skyline Pigeon, fly
Toward the dreams you left so very far behind...

Let me wake up in the morning
To the smell of new mown hay,
To laugh and cry, to live and die
In the brightness 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 cage towards the sun.
For just a skyline pigeon, dreaming of the open,
Waiting for the day that he can spead his wings,
And fly away again.

Fly away, Skyline Pigeon, fly.
Toward the things you left so very far behind.
Fly away, Skyline Pigeon, fly,
Toward the things you left so very,
So very far behind.

End