I see her up there,    she is dancing on the wind with her lover,    and maybe one or the other sees me smiling    in the sun's summer light at their perfect flight.    She sees me watching her    as she climbs and circles round,    now she's falling and I hear him calling her    as their wings cut through the blue and the white.    I watch their perfect flight,    sometimes I see you, you're walkin' all alone in the furs.    I want to free you but you're no longer mine.    Maybe you never were,    although sometimes peace can find me    when I'm all alone and lying in a meadow    and bathing in the shadows    and as the sun drips down    and day turns to night    I watch their perfect flight.