Yes your wing has mended
You were fun being friends with
But now the time has come
For us to say goodbye
Don’t mind the tears in my eyes
Ooh ooh feelings, we’ve grown so very near
Since I found you there on the ground
Trembling, hurt, not making a sound
And as I moved closer to see
A silent voice seemed to say to me
Please help me
Woah woah
Fly, white bird fly
Spread your wings, take to the sky
Woah woah
Fly, white bird fly, if you only knew how much I love you
Words can’t describe, how hard it is for me to say goodbye
Living on the verge of insanity
Nuclear war’s a reality
People living and dying much too fast
On a self destruct course
How long, how long can man kind last?
And what about tomorrow’s children?
You have many roads to choose
I have no choice, I have no voice
I’m but a humble woman, no bigger than a grain of sand
Living in this great big crowded world, so can’t you see
I’m trapped and you are free
Woah woah
Fly, white bird fly
Spread your wings, take to the sky
Woah woah
Fly, white bird fly, leave this hell your wing is well
Why, why won’t you try
Oh how I wish it were I who could fly... goodbye
Fly (White Bird Fly) was written by John Whitfield & Michael Whitfield.
Fly (White Bird Fly) was produced by Norman Whitfield.