Track 11
Over Rooftops by Anita Boole

Ooh...

 

You spoke to me of letting go

I thought you meant of you … but no

It's only now that I begin

To hear your words, the truth therein

You wanted me to fly

 

The loss of you provoked a war

Grief took up arms, it cut and tore

And from my wounds these feathers grew

Painfully, pushed out and through

But only so I could fly

 

Over rooftops high and streets below

A church and steeplejack

Past a vineyard and on a lake I see

Three sailboats changing tack

I catch a glinting light below

I glide down and swoop back

Reflecting in the lake I see

My feathers gold and black

 

Ooh...

 

I took those letters, like a thief

Ingested words for pain relief

And deep within my soul they stirred

These melodies and songs I heard

Lifting me up high

 

Over rooftops high and streets below

A church and steeplejack

Past a vineyard and on a lake I see

Three sailboats changing tack

I catch a glinting light below

I glide down and swoop back

Reflecting in the lake I see

My feathers gold and black

 

Over rooftops high and streets below

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And on...

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Over mountains high with peaks of snow

Everywhere I go, I’ll take my love for you

Everywhere I go, I’ll take my love

I’ll take my love – for you!

Over rooftops high I'll fly with you

There's no need to look back

I look at life so differently

With feathers gold and black

 

I look at life so differently

With feathers gold and black …

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With feathers gold and black