Lonely is the night without you

Just as lonely as the shepherd without sheep

And where flies the falcon,

In the high sweet air

Without hunting this Sprane Valleys 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 magic all around

Her feathers still untouched

She takes but nothing and she gives so much



She flies on strange...........