Walking along on a path in the mountains I saw a bird flying way up high Gold were its wings in the sun of the morning Flashing at me as it flew through the sky It's beauty was such, and I felt I must have it She stood all day, nearly into the night Finally anger that I couldn't catch it Determined that I would stop it in flight. I found a stone by a mountain stream flowing Grounded and smoothed by the water's fast flow It felt so warm and alive in my hand It was an arrow, my arm was a bow. Then a flashing of wings, and a cry pierced the air It fluttered and it fell on the rocks at my feet Weeping a live-pick?, the thing that had fallen Blood stained my hands and tears wet my cheek. Later that night as I lay in my bed I heard the sound of wings in the air The room became bathed in a warm, golden glow I opened my eyes and a woman stood there. (Duet with a woman) Do not you know when you hurt me so cruelly I was a love, I was your friend. You couldn't stand it that I was so free Now you will never see me again.