Where the Birds Fly

Over the hillside I sit around, Watching the rain fall to the ground.

In my dreams i drift away, Dreaming of a better day.

Where the rain could, wash your sins away, and carry you so gently above the trees, and lose yourself along the breeze.

So come with me it will be so grand, and i'll take your arm to hold your hand

and we'll walk across the land, and we'll look to the sky, to where the birds fly.