A poor man cloaked in paper with words of unrest Was woken by the song of a bird in her nest Perched high above the sorrows of men and of kings She tended to her young in the shield of her wings Gazing down on a world that was shaded in gray No one noticed the man where he lay Rising up from the bench as he greeted the morn Still with hope in his heart from a past that was torn Nothing left but his swag and the blue memory Of his love who was lost on the sea Crying out through the town for his voice to be heard Though the only one listening to him was a bird Please find me my lover, please find me my friend How I long for her in my arms again Fly high Spread your wings until the wind lifts our souls into the sky Fly high Tell my lover I could never say goodbye With a tear in his eye he longs for the past For the day they made vows for their love that would last In the warmth of the evening they ran young and free And they waltzed till the sun kissed the sea From out of the shadows a woman appears In the place where her lover once lived many years All remained was a headstone engraved with the phrase I loved you for all of my days Fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high