May the roads in your gypsy soul

lead you to a higher ground,

kindred pilgrim, my kindrim pilgrim,

'til what you seek is found.



I see you wand'rin' through this world

and how you seem to me

like a grounded angel remembering the sky

and trying to be free.



So fly on, fly on.

Fly on, little angel, fly away.

It's time to spread your wings.

Fly on, fly on.

Fly on, little angel, fly away.

I pray for you beautiful things.



Fly on, little angel, fly away.

It's time to spread your wings.

Fly on, fly on.

Fly on, little angel, fly away.

I pray for you beautiful things.

I pray for you only beautiful things