Calling Home

The Flower Kings

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    If I was a tree, if I was another flower, if I was the sea,
    If I was another river, if I was the sun, if I was the moonlit mountain

    If I was a bird, if I was the dinosaur, if I was the whale,
    If I was another dolphin, If I wasn't me,
    what would there be left of loving?
    Strange was the day of dawn & I would have seen it all,
    All times would have passed me by
    and I heard the blackbirds singing...
    songs from the deep of dawn, Mothers of Earth and Sea
    what would I possibly be... without love

    Now, were not that far away, soon enough we ride them starships
    See how we work the play, time will tell... to touch the stargates
    Eagerly we send our dreams, into the big black void
    Flesh and bone, now lift us up, from the dusty dreams,
    A billion hearts, a song within
    Running home, running high, send your heart, touch the sky
    Hurry home, hurry by, to your home in the sky...

    Free from the bad old ways, soon set for the Silver Mountains
    See how the children play, closer to what's coming soon
    Eagerly they drop their dreams into the big black void
    Flesh and bone hold them back, like the rusty chains,
    Coming strong... but loosing late

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    Running home, running high, send your heart, to the sky
    Hurry home, hurry by, to your home, in the sky...

    Calling home, calling love, send your dreams, back to me
    Running home, running high, knowing love, cover me
    We put no trust in the goverment
    All got it wrong, no one heaven sent
    Papermen pin down the elements
    Try to control the environment

    Running high, running free
    Another you, another me
    Out of sleep, out of touch
    All too much, all too much

    Look at the world from a different pace
    You run the show from a dirrerent space
    Numbers and words, not saving grace
    Gently the years in your Fathers face

    Running high, running free
    Another you, another me
    Out of sleep, out of touch
    All too much, all too much

    Running home, running high send your heart to the sky
    Hurry home, hurry by, to your home in the sky...

    Calling home, calling love, send your dreams back to me
    Running home, running high, knowing love will cover me...

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    Composición: Roine Stolt

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