Oh, my home is in the mountains.
Given wings to sail in gracefullness.
The sky, the sky.
Given a voice to sing in brethlessness.
I find that I can fly, fly away.
I've been a long time on the highway.
I've been a long time on the run.
And it gets to be like chaos
When I'm so long away from home.
And sometimes it's just to much to bare.
And I hide behind my eyes.
I can picture friendly faces.
And I can dream of friendly skies.
And I guess that I'm a lucky one.
For the truth of what I know.
For my heart had not denied me.
And I have somewhere to go.
I shall never be a prisoner.
Touch steel and glass and stone.
If I leave I will return again
To my Rocky Mountain Home.
Oh, my home is in the mountains.
Given wings to sail in gracefullness.
The sky, the sky.
Given a voice to sing in brethlessness.
I find that I can fly, fly away.
In the hands of my father.
In the light of the sunshine.
On the wings of an eagle.
I'm flying again.
I'm flying again.
I'm flying again.
I'm flying again.
I'm flying again.
I'm flying again.
I'm flying again.
