He was like a bird that flew away in Autumn To a land worn of days until the chill of winter pass But I see a ray of sunshine that tell me it's about time For The Holy Dove to return at last. He barely comes with the flowers in the springtime Or when the hand of winter paints the hills a snowy place It could be any season but I just can't help believin' Any moment we could sail away But like a baby eagle caged in a prison Just growing, waiting for the day he hears that mating cry All these chains will break the binding and my wings will start to fly Past the highest stars to meet Him in the sky. He barely comes with the flowers in the springtime Or when the hand of winter paints the hills a snowy place It could be any season but I just can't help believin' Any moment we could sail away