Turn me loose from your hands. Let me fly to distant lands. Over green fields trees and mountains. Flowers and forest fountains. Home along the lanes of the skyway. For this dark and lonely room. Projects a shadow cast in gloom. And my eyes are mirrors. Of the world outside. Thinking of the way. That the wind can turn the tide. And these shadows turn. From purple into grey. For just a Skyline Pigeon. Dreaming of the open. Waiting for the day. He can spread his wings. And fly away again. Fly away skyline pigeon fly. Towards the dreams. You've left so very far behind. Just let me wake up in the morning. To the smell of new mown hay. To laugh and cry to live and die. In the brightness of my day. I want to hear the pealing bells. Of distant churches sing. But most of all please free me. From this aching metal ring. And open out this cage towards the sun