On the wing
Music and Lyrics by Timothy S. Klugh.
Copyright © 1987 Timothy S. Klugh. All Rights Reserved.
Mama, don't cry for me anymore,
For I've lived long enough
To know exactly who I am.
And, you know that I've always been the type to make
My conclusions near the end,
So here is my judgment on the world.
People's often asked me why,
And then they look at me and cry.
How should I know
Where the high spirits go
When I'm flying high on the wing?
You know, it's always been my dream to see the moonlight
As it shines over the sea.
You know, that would mean a whole lot to me.
But, God has given me a chance to see more than I
Ever could have seen,
So let's all thank Him just for that.
People's often asked me why,
And then they look at me and cry.
How should I know
Where the high spirits go
When I'm flying high on the wing?
People's often asked me why,
And then they look at me and cry.
How should I know
Where the high spirits go
When I'm flying high on the wing?
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