Jimmie Dale Gilmore - Come Fly Away

I saw you yonder
Where soon the snows will cover
There, where the columbine will grow
Then I saw something
Makes me know that I know nothing
While high upon a steady wing
The wild geese make their way

Amber, yellow fields
Topaz red and rust reveal
There's still something You're yearning for
Seasons come, seasons go
Little one you know
Come here and take my hand
Help me understand

We're gonna fly away
We're gonna fly away
We'll fly and fly and fly and fly and fly
And maybe we'll find home.