What have I done? What was my crime That I should have to leave My friends and home? An endless road That seems to wind To places where I feel I've been before If I had wings Then I would fly And never touch my feet Back to the ground And if I'd fall I'd tenderly glide Right back into the hands That made me, oh What have I done? What was my crime That I should have to leave My friends and home? An endless road That seems to wind To places where I feel I've been before If I had wings Then I would fly And never touch my feet Back to the ground And if I'd fall I'd tenderly glide Right back into the arms That made me, oh