What Have I Done

What have I done?
What was my crime?
That I should have to leave me friends and home
An endless road
That seems to wind
To places where I feel I've been before

If I had wings
Then I would fly
And never touch my feet back to the ground
And if I'd fall
I'd tenderly glide
Right back into the hands that made me, oh

What have I done?
What was my crime?
That I should have to leave my friends and home
An endless road
That seems to wind
To places where I feel I've been before

If I had wings
Then I would fly
And never touch my feet back to the ground
And if I'd fall
I'd tenderly glide
Right back into the arms that made me, oh