This was written by Terry in 98 in memory of his Dad, who was a pilot, and their many afternoons flying together when Terry was young. Not our best recording, perhaps, but a sweet, sincerely nostalgic song.
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Lyrics
GIFT OF THE SKY
(c) T.R. Taylor
THE FIELD LAY IN THE SUMMER SUN OF 1959
THERE WAS A SLEEK AND SHINY BIRD THAT
GAVE THE SUN LIFE IN MY MIND
AS BRAVE AS ANY HERO, HE WAS IN MY EYES
THE MAN WHO MADE A GIFT OUT OF THE SKY
AND WE WOULD FLY
RUSHING PAST THE OPEN COCKPIT IN
A ROAR OF WIND AND NOISE
THE WORLD WOULD FALL AWAY AND
I WOULD SOMEHOW REALIZE
THAT NOTHING COULD EVER HOLD ME
DOWN OR TAKE AWAY MY SKY
AND I’LL REMEMBER TIL THE DAY I DIE
HOW WE WOULD FLY
I CAN STILL SEE YOU
THROUGH THE RUSHING WATER ON THE GLASS
TEARS THAT WERE SHED BY THE HEART OF A CLOUD
I HEAR YOUR VOICE
CALM AND SURE BENEATH THE THUNDER CRASH AND ALL THAT WAS UNSPOKEN THEN
NOW IT SPEAKS SO LOUD
WHAT ARE THE GIFTS THAT I CAN GIVE?
WHAT HAVE I SAVED?
DO I STILL OWN THE SKY,
AM I STILL BRAVE ENOUGH TO FLY ?
A ROOM SO DARK AND STILL
ON THE HORIZON OF TODAY
TEARS UPON THE PILLOW WHERE
THE SLEEPING CHILD STILL LAYS
DREAMING OF THE BRIGHTEST STAR
THAT EVER SHONE ON HIGH
THE MAN WHO MADE A GIFT OUT OF THE SKY
AND WE WOULD FLY