Solitary Bird 

Alan Silson

The Air is still;
Not a sound to be heard.
In the distance,
flies a solitary bird.
Through the cold
and misty havens
of this hour
 

The Land is cold;
without you there for me to hold
How I miss you
how you never be alone.
Through the cold
and misty havens
of this hour
 

You left me dancing with angels
and keep my feet on the floor
I'll keep on dancing   with angels
Till I can't dance no more