Circles in the sky

White as paper fly

Sound of seagulls crying fills the air

High above the lonely one is there

Jonathan he cares

To feel better

Like the passing wind

Swooping down again

Waitin' for the sun to turn to night

Find him miles away in endless flight

Longing to be free

Telling you and me



Give me wings to fly

Tell me why, tell me why

The answer must be heard

And from a lonely bird

He's giving us a reason to believe



See the painted silver sunlight on his wing

As he sails upon the wind and slowly skyward

Flying as to music you can hear him sing

Like the windsong on the breeze he seems to sigh



Give me wings to fly

Tell me why, tell me why

The answer must be heard

And from a lonely bird

He's showing us the way we can be free