Wherever we go we must keep watchful eyes
In this world there are snares for the fool and the wise
And nobody knows just where they will be
So many things hide behind what we see
We reached for the sky when we sprang from the ground
But we're pressed to this earth where troubles abound
And we long to be free from gravity's pull
But we will never escape this inflexible rule
And I said, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove
For then would I fly away and be at rest
Lo, then would I wander far off
And remain in the wilderness
I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest
What I wouldn't give to have wings on the wind
And to rest without fear on a tree's highest limb
And soaring so high with the world far below
Where trouble looks up, but it can't touch your soul
Can you believe some birds never land?
Oh yes! Yes I can