(John Denver)



All of her days have gone soft and cloudy

All of her dreams have gone dry

All of her nights have gone sad and shady

She's getting ready to fly



Fly away, fly away, fly away



Life in the city can make you crazy

For sounds of the sand and the sea

Life in a high-rise can make you hungry

For things that you can't even see



Fly away, fly away, fly away



In this whole world there's nobody as lonely as she

There's nowhere to go and there's nowhere that she'd rather be



She's looking for lovers and children playing

She's looking for signs of the spring

She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing

She listens for any old thing



Fly away, fly away, fly away