East

The sun was rising in the east
The birds were singing on every tree
On the lighthouse looking out to the world
But still there was no rest for me.

As I fly across, the clouds above
Let your mind travel and spirits free
For when I am far far away on the wings of air
Will the dawn of spring come back to me

I grieve to leave archangel Micheal
I grieve to leave the eastern realm
And sprites were dancing down below
As I flew over the world far below

As I fly across, the clouds above
Let your mind travel and spirits free
For when I am far far away on the wings of air
Will the dawn of spring come back to me?

The horns they do sound and the birds they wake
The Aspen stands, we pass by
So farewell, farewell to the eastern realm
For it's early in the morning I am far, far away.

As I fly across, the clouds above
Let your mind travel and spirits free
For when I am far far away on the wings of air
Will the dawn of spring come back to me?

I reach the wind swept plains and they are at rest
Saskatchewan and its brilliant yellow
But a poor simple person just like me
Must be turned and driven back to the east

As I fly across, the clouds above
Let your mind travel and spirits free
For when I am far far away on the wings of air
Will the dawn of spring come back to me?

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(Created on a flight May 22, 2000)