Wings That Fly Us Home
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There are many ways of being in this circle we call life
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A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night
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Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine
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Is a hero's blood more righteous than a hobo's sip of wine
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Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away
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Did you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave
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Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run
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Were we broken by the waters, did I lie you in the sun
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I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow
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I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind
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I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower
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I awoke with this: a flower in my hand
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I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one
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In the brotherhood of creatures; who the father, who the son
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The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold
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Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone
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And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens
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It fills the endless yearning of the soul
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It lives within a star too far to dream of
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It lives within each part and is the whole
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It's the fire and the wings that fly us home
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Fly us home, fly us home
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Words by Joe Henry, music by John Denver
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Wings That Fly Us Home
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| John Denver |
