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Fly!

Who wanders the backroads at twilight

With a talloned creature of sky?

The falconer girl with the means

To control your mind while you dream

Eyes wide open

Enchanted by the notion

She might kill you with a glance

And as the bundle smolders

She taps you on the shoulder

Then takes you by the hand

Child of a dead forest witch

Her bird riding high on her fist

The village hearsay is cruel

For those that don’t play by the rules

Conform, or feel their wrath

But she don’t care, she walks her own path, yeah

Eyes wide open

Enchanted by the notion

She’s too wild for any man

And as the flame burns hotter

The forest witch’s daughter

Let’s go of your hand

Child of a dead forest witch

Her bird riding high on her fist

Strange, touched, peculiar thing

She gets her magic from the kestrels wings

Blooms, leaves, pods and seeds

Marks a trail wherever she leads

Strange, touched, peculiar thing

She gets her magic from the kestrels wings

Blooms, leaves, pods and seeds

Marks a trail wherever she leads

Drives you wild

This forest child

Fly!

Child of a dead forest witch

Her bird riding high on her fist

Child of a dead forest witch

With a bird riding high on her

Bird riding high on her

Bird riding high on her fist