Mm-mm-mm... O-o-oh, sweet spirit... I watch the shadow leave the valley floor, The morning knocking at an open door. Across the wire where the wind blows free, A quiet sign of what we ought to be. Yeah, let it fly... The white bird circles in the amber light, Washing the bitter ashes of the night. No chains can bind the spirit in the breeze, Drifting above the mountain and the trees. She brings the olive leaf across the stone, To show the heart it does not walk alone. I felt the warmth upon my weary face, A sudden stillness in a troubled place. Ah-la-li, flying high... Lift up your eyes and cast away the fear, The time of peace is drawing near! FLY, SWEET DOVE, ACROSS THE MORNING SKY! Across the sky! TEACH THE HEAVY HEART TO WONDER WHY! O-O-OH, WONDER WHY! CARRY THE PROMISE TO THE DRIFTING SEA, LET EVERY SOUL AWAKE AND WANDER FREE! Wander free, brother... I walked thirty years through the iron town, Looking for the light to settle down... Now the sky opens wide and clear, No more sorrow, no more fear. No more fear today... FLY, SWEET DOVE, ACROSS THE MORNING SKY! YE-E-E-A-A-AH, SWEET DOVE! TEACH THE HEAVY HEART TO WONDER WHY! CARRY THE PROMISE TO THE DRIFTING SEA, LET EVERY SOUL AWAKE AND WANDER FREE! Wander free... Fly away home... Peace upon the water. Peace upon the stone.
