Elderly farmer watches migrating birds, and reflects on wonder of free flight.

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FROM "Adobe Bricks Country/Folk Opera"
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DANCERS IN THE AIR

Days are growing colder.
Winter's coming on.
Time is growing older.
Life is moving on.

I see the birds of Summer,
flying South again.
I marvel, and I wonder,
how they understand the Wind.

Chorus
Flying on the Wind,
to a warmer shore.
Freely, they ascend.
Freely, they can soar.
I watch them from my chair.
I marvel at their ways,
like dancers in the air,
blessed with Heaven's Grace.

We can learn to listen,
and hear the message too.
But we can't fly away with them,
as freely as they do.

Yet - we have provision,
a Light within the mind,
that brings to us a vision,
surpassing Space and Time.

Chorus
Flying on the Wind,
to a warmer shore.
Freely, they ascend.
Freely, they can soar.
I watch them from my chair.
I marvel at their ways,
like dancers in the air,
blessed with Heaven's Grace.


( © 2003 - Words by Betty J. Curtis )
( © 2003 - Music by J. Gale Kilgore )