Early in the morning, almost everything is quiet and dark,

but I stroll along the way and smell the flowers in the park.

On an old tree, besides me sits a mockingbird,

whistleing a song, that seems to be a private word.

Come fly with me. Yes, high into the sky.

Leave all behind you. Just spread your wings and fly.

In the air, you´ll feel the freedom, there´s no border, no defence.

All your problems are far away and each thing has another sense.

Thinking hard about the message of the bird, I go straight on.

All the liberty I had in my childhood has been gone.

If you getting older, you´re like a prisoner.

Captured by your work, your duty and your care.

Come fly with me. Yes, high into the sky.

Leave all behind you. Just spread your wings and fly.

In the air, you´ll feel the freedom, there´s no border, no defence.

All your problems are far away and each thing has another sense.

Sometimes I have a dream : „I would be a small bird and fly away.

Warm sunbeams and winds, carrying me in the blue.

And I feel the wind and I enjoy the trip and love is all around."

Come fly with me. Yes, high into the sky.

Leave all behind you. Just spread your wings and fly.

In the air, you´ll feel the freedom, there´s no border, no defence.

All your problems are far away and each thing has another sense.

Come fly with me. Yes, high into the sky.

Leave all behind you. Just spread your wings and fly.

In the air, you´ll feel the freedom, there´s no border, no defence.

All your problems are far away and each thing has another sense.