| Title | Wings |
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| Author | Can't remember, but I've got it written down somewhere |
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| Source | I heard it on the BBC Radio Folkwaves programme. I Can't remember who the singer was, but I've got it written down somewhere |
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| Categories | sentimental |
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| Comments | I sing this unaccompanied. I don't normally sing this sort of song, but I had the tape (recorded off the radio) in my car, and I found myself singing along to it.
I have sang it a few times. Sometimes better than others. It usually goes down well, and it has actually been requested a couple of times. |
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| Lyrics |
I could have been a giant said the bonsai tree
But someone bound my roots and held me down
I could have reached for heaven said the snowy owl
But they clipped my wings and kept me on the ground
I think I heard them tell me that they love me
And care for me, without them I would die
Oh but what's the use of roots if you can't spread them
And what's the use of wings if you can't fly
I could have been a singer said the miner bird
But they caged me and they told me what to say
I could have run forever said the pony
But they bridled me and made me go their way
I think I heard them tell me that they love me
And care for me forever, so it seems
Oh but what's the use of voices without freedom
And what's the use of living other's dreams
Why do people cage the things they love the most
Is it simply that they fear to be alone
If you give your love it's freedom it may stay a while
If it leaves you it was never yours to own
I could have found adventure said the angel fish
Now my world's so small there's nowhere left to go
I could have ruled a kingdom said the lion
Now the land inside my head is all I know
I think I heard them tell me that they love me
And care for me, and tell me it's alright
Oh but what's the use of life without adventure
And what's the use of strength if you can't fight
Why do people cage the things they love the most
Is it simply that they fear to be alone
If you give your love it's freedom it may stay a while
If it leaves you it was never yours to own
If you give your love it's freedom it may stay a while
If it leaves you it was never yours to own
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| Music | I don't have the music. It is an excellent tune. I assume the words and music were written together. |
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