Lonely is the night without you
Just as lonely as the shapperd whithout sheep
And where flies the falcon in the high sweet air
Without hunting in the Sprane Valleys deer

She wears softness as a gown, 
she spreads magic all around
Her feathers still untouched, 
she takes but nothing and she gives so much 

She flies on strange wings, 
she flies on strange winds
She brings strange things, 
she flies on strange wings

She takes off when she desires, 
silence grows on her lips
She can take you so much higher, 
she preads love on all her trips yeah 

She flies on strange wings, 
she flies on strange winds
She brings strange things, 
she flies on strange wings

Woke up this morning, 
and this feeling came to my head
To fly with her from sky to sky, 
cause my mind seemed to be dead

So I floated up towards her on my mutilated wings
But all this blackness sings against me now
It's the lady of the strange wings

She wears softness as a gown, 
she spreads magic all around
Her feathers still untouched, 
she takes but nothing and she gives so much 

She flies on strange wings, 
she flies on strange winds
She brings strange things, 
she flies on strange wings

(c) Tekst & Muziek : Georges Kooymans