Album by: Pilgrimage

Artist by: Wishbone Ash

Breathing is a sin, they say,

Loneliness is the price to pay.

Sad for you, I go once more.

Ill 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, Ill 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 play that sunny tone

Come and help us as it lingers on.

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, Ill fly high

Watching over this love of mine.