(Intro) You've turned from ashes in the campfire to a phoenix in the time I've known you. (Verse 1) The day was ending, the light was fading, the crowds were leaving and there you were. In from the left jackdaw eyes and that unforgettable draw. A stranger I saw from the forest so tall. (Chorus) Who would have known Who would have shown The light at the end of the tunnel would shine so bright You were the fire that gave me the life of a rising phoenix. (Verse 2) It didn't seem real after them years of fear and dreams. Something broke but not for the bad. The chains of fear that had covered me seems to fade like a receding fever. My wings I can spread my head I can lift high. From the ashes of despair I spread my wings and fly like the phoenix (Chorus) Who would have known Who would have shown The light at the end of the tunnel would shine so bright You were the fire that gave me the life of a rising phoenix. (Verse 3) No preconception, No judgment, A blind trust that must have taken gut so tall the the trees seems small. I'm was supposed to just guide, keep it professional, always did and had in the past. The weight I carried was never mine to keep for ever. My wings clipped were only based on fear and tears. They were from the past but held me from the future of wings spread a life led not dead. (Chorus) Who would have known Who would have shown The light at the end of the tunnel would shine so bright You were the fire that gave me the life of a rising phoenix. (Verse 4) You didn't know how or why. You didn't even see your power, your spell, your presence was pure, your trust was complete and that's all that was needed to help me spread my wings and fly high, sore to the sun but this time I will not get burnt. What looked like ruin was now history. What looked like ending was a new beginning. (Chorus) Who would have known Who would have shown The light at the end of the tunnel would shine so bright You were the fire that gave me the life of a rising phoenix. (Outro) I'm spreading my wings, I'm soring from the ashes of the past. My memory's are still there, the past is still there but my wings are spreading and there is no going back. No landing. No return to the ashes of despair. Fly, Fly so high all the sky is all mine. Thanks to My blue eyed figure in the woods. My jackdaw with the soul for eyes. (Post outro A banjo gently plays a galloping cheery running cords)
