ON THE WING

(Bb)Breathe, and I’ll car ry you a way

in to the (Cm)vel vet sky,

and (Eb)we’ll stir the stars a round, and watch them fall a way

in to the (Cm)Hud son Bay,

and (Eb)plum met out of (F)sight and sound.

The o pen sum mer (F)breeze

will sweep you (Cm)through the hills,

where (Eb)I live in the al pine heights, be low the North ern (F)Lights,

I spend my (Cm)cold est nights

a (Eb)lone, a wake, and (F)think ing of the week end (Eb)we were in love.

(Bb)Home, a I’ll mong these moun tain tops

can be so (Cm)aw f’lly dull,

a (Eb)thou sand miles from the tide, but pho tos on the walls

of New York (Cm)shop ping malls

dis (Eb)tract me, so I (F)stay in side.

I wish the rock ets (F)stayed

o ver the (Cm)prom e nade,

’cause (Eb)I would make a hook and eye and fish them from the (F)sky,

my dar ling, (Cm)she and I,

we’re (Eb)hang ing on, so (F)take us high the week end (Eb)we were in love.

to sing the (Eb)world good bye.

I am (Bb)float ing a way,

(Eb)lost in a (Bb)si lent bal let.

I’m (Eb)dream ing you’re (Bb)out in the blue, and I am (Gm)right be side you, a wake to (Bb)take in the view.

(Eb)Late nights and (Bb)ear ly pa rades,

still (Eb)pho tos and (Bb)nois y ar cades.

My (Eb)dar ling, we’re (Bb)both on the wing, look down and (Gm)keep on sing ing, and we can (Bb)go an y where.

Are you there?

Are you there,

or (Gm)are you just a (F)de coy (Cm)dream

in my head?

(Eb)Am I (F)home; or (Gm)am I (Bb)simp ly (Eb)tum bl ing (Bb)all a lone?

Are you there?