What that I could be a bird
With chance to fly away
And open skies of blue should call
Then here I’d choose to stay.
And gaze upon the ancient rock
Or rise up to the tallest tour
To cast my eyes on greener hills
And call on the first hour
I’d wander streets of stone and narrows
Paved by time and feet
Then travel still to higher hill
To rest upon the seat.
Alas poor I am called to fly
But not on my own wings
And should I stay I’d weary grow
Or rich, immortal things
What wonder rests in kings and queens?
And lad and lass of pride?
I’d tire so of history
And beauty at my side.
And should I stay the songs I hear
Would have to reach an end
To break my woken heart just as
I’ve come to know you friend.
O land, O heart, O pride, O beauty
Come with me I pray
Or grant me wings ever permanent
So that instead I stay.