Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Leading Bird , by - Marketa Irglova. Song from the album Muna, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняRelease date: 22.09.2014
Record label: AnTi
Song language: English
The Leading Bird |
| Clouds descend on grass grown wild |
| Tall and grand, lush in hand |
| They bend in air as man in prayer |
| I’m weaving through, trying to get to you |
| I’m running past birds of dawn |
| They sing like heaven, they’re leading on |
| Yet I don’t see slow motioned wings |
| Like gold in sun, how it could be won |
| White as snow silk-feathered doves |
| Eternal glow, they easily know |
| That life is grand in all its shapes |
| Wether it gives, wether it takes |
| That I am you, you are me, and |
| Loving grace can set us free |
| From sprinting far, above, beyond |
| Being our own strong magic wand |