far, far above the clouds soaring with the wind, a falcon flies alone, silent as the sky, i hear his lonely cry, never can he rest, i walk with you along a empty winding road, we’re far from the ones we love, and never can return, never can we see again, the countries of our birth,
when will i ever find a place to call my home? sadness circling like a falcon in the sky, when will i ever find a way to speak my heart, to someone who knows, what it is to be alone?
far, far above the clouds against the setting sun, a falcon flies alone silent as the sky, i hear his lonely cry, never can he rest, i long to spread my wings and fly into the light, open this lonely heart to one who understands, when will i ever find, a way to speak my heart? when will i ever find a place to call my home? sadness and loneliness, a falcon in the sky, when will i ever find a way to speak my heart, to someone who knows, what it is to be alone?