Golden Earring - She Flies On Strange Wings (1971)

Lonely is the night without you Just as lonely as a shepherd without sheep and where flies the falcon in the high sweet air Without hunting the Sprane Valley’s deer She wears softness as a gown She spreads magic all around Her feathers still untouched She takes but nothing and she gives so much She flies on strange wings She flies on strange winds She brings strange things She flies on strange wings She takes off when she desires Silence grows on her lips She can bring you so much higher She spreads love on all her trips, yeah She flies on strange wings She flies on strange winds She brings strange things She flies on strange wings Woke up this morning and this feeling came to my head To fly with her from sky to sky ‘Cause my mind seemed to be dead So I floated up towards her on my mutilated wings But all the blackness sings against me now It’s the lady of the strange wings She wears softness as a gown She spreads m