Lirieke: Wishbone Ash. Pilgrimage. Valediction.

Breathing is a sin, they say
Loneliness is the price to pay
Sad for you, I go once more
I'll dry my eyes on a distant shore

No way of freezing your rising tide
No way of keeping you by my side
Like a bird, I'll fly high
Guarding over this love of mine

A room of trust, a room of fears
A room of laughter with a few sweet tears
There we lay that sunny dawn
Calm but helpless as it lingered on

No way of breaking the march of time
No way of keeping our love sublime
Like a bird, I'll fly high
Watching over this love of mine

Many times we hurry by
Lose our problems in a knowing smile
Many days were swept along
Left unnoticed as our love grew strong

Believing each of us would always know
Believing one of us would never go
Like a bird, I'll fly high
Watching over this love of mine