Counting the stars above the hill
Fly away, fly away
Counting the hours, the days until
Fly away, fly away
 
You can take your time, no hurry
Hold my hand and know
It’s ok to go
 
Your body is an ancient poem
Fly away, fly away
Flickering eyes a sacred home
Fly away any day
 
Treetops lead you one by one
To where you’ve always dreamed
It’s ok to go
 
Ohh…
 
Beyond the hill a river flows
Fly away, fly away
A favorite chair, a bag of clothes
Fly away, fly away
 
Touching earth and sky until
The earth is left behind
It’s ok to go