I'm a gypsy 

I'm a stroller 

I'm a sailor lost at sea 

I've walked on a tightrope 

I've fallen but survived 

Trying always to be so kind 

But losing out to peace of mind



I was left at the circus 

When the big top was pulled down 

Always trying to show the two faces of a clown 

Humble pie crumbles in my mouth 

Why my prides left on the shelf 



God how we feel 

With the wind in short supply 

Birds can sing the morning hymn 

Days of grey, nights of black 

Wishing wells and bells of hell 

Fly dark angel fly 

Fly away 



So you want to be a hero 

Then over the top you go 

A bullet frightened soldier 

A deserted warrior 

Everythings an opposite 

Your joker is your one card trick 



God how we feel 

With the wind in short supply 

Birds can sing the morning hymn 

Days of grey, nights of black 

Wishing wells and bells of hell 

Fly dark angel fly 

Fly away 



Birds can sing the morning hymn 

Days of grey, nights of black 

Wishing wells and bells of hell 

Fly dark angel fly 

Fly away