Woorden: The Free. Seven Angels.

If you see me flyin', all across the sky
There I go, I'm a flyin' high
Six white horses, a chariot made of gold
Seven lovely angels abide my soul

I've got the moon on my right, the sun on my left
The world is behind me, only one way to go
That's straight ahead
That's where I'm going now

Well, I've just stepped out, out of my grave
There I go, I ain't no slave
In my right hand is the sword of truth
In my left hand is the fire of love

I call to the land, I call to the sea
I call to the sky
Lord have mercy
Won't you hear me?

As I look behind me, what do I see
A pair of golden wings
That seemed to be attached to me

Wings on my back, wings on my back
I've got to fly away, I've got to fly away
You know I just can't wait till tomorrow
I've got to fly my way

I've got to fly away, I've got to fly away
Here I go