LIKE A FEATHER
There's a fire in the mountains
It shines so clear and bright
And the sparks are dancing skywards
Like a feather
You know these moments full of feelings
You're swimming on a pillow
So soft and free
Like a feather
Children smell it
Women know it
Men ignore it sometimes
This way
To fly
Like a feather
If you like to see white rabbits
You oughta take these little ones
And your mind will leave your body
Like a feather
Hand in hand in these mountains
Will you stay or start to fly
Oh yeah like a feather
Fly like a feather
Like a feather
Like you
Like me
Words: Tom Redecker
Published by Strange Ways / Warner Chappell 1989

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