1. Circle in the sky, white as paper fly
Sound of seagull crying fills the air.
High above the lonely one is there
Johnatan he cares to feel better.
2. Like the passing wind swooping down again
Waiting for the sun to turn the night.
Find him miles away in endless flight
Longing to be free telling you and me.
3. Give me wings to fly. Tell me, tell me why
The answer must be heard.
And from a lonely bird
And find mad eyes and see
He is giving us a reason to believe.
R. See the painted silver sunlight on his wing
And he sails upon the wind and slowly skyward.
Flying as to music you can hear me sing
Like the windsong on th breeze
He seems to sigh.
4. Give me wings to fly. Tell me, tell me why
The answer must be heard.
And from a lonely bird
He's showing us the way we can be free.
R. See the painted silver sunlight on his wing
And he sails upon the wind and slowly skyward.
Flying as to music you can hear me sing
Like the windsong on th breeze
He seems to sigh.
4. Give me wings to fly. Tell me, tell me why
The answer must be heard.
And from a lonely bird
He's showing us the way we can be free.
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