Birds Of Paradise - Peter, Sue & Marc

Aaa... 
Aaa... 

Who are you, who am I? 
Is it real, do we touch the sky? 
(Nothing´s real, all disguise,) 
(Said the birds of paradise.) 
I´m afraid, can´t you see? 
Tell me where do you carry me? 
(You will soon realize,) 
(Said the birds of paradise.) 

Ah... 
Flying home, flying home, 
To the land that you once have known, 
To the peace that once was true, 
For a little girl like you. 

Uh... 
Flying home, flying home, 
From a world that is made of stone, 
Till your heart is light and free, 
Like it once was meant to be. 

Aaa... 

How can I go ahead, 
When my eyes are becoming wet? 
(Save your tears, dry your eyes,) 
(Said the birds of paradise.) 

But the time´s passing by, 
Say how long do we have to fly? 
Moon will set, sun will rise, 
Said the birds of paradise. 

Flying home, flying home, 
To the land that you once have known, 
To the peace that once was true, 
For a little girl like you. 

Uh... 

Flying home, flying home, 
From a world that is made of stone, 
Till your heart is light and free, 
Like it once was meant to be. 

Aaa... 

Flying home, flying home, 
From a world that is made of stone, 
Ttill your heart is light and free, 
Like it once was meant to be. 

(Aaa...) 

Hear the sound, see the light, 
Now I know that our way was right. 
(Morning sun can make you wise,) 
(Said the birds of paradise.) 

(Aaa...) 

(Birds of paradise.)