Skyline Pigeon

Tern mi loose from yaw hands
Let mi fly too distant lands
Over green fields, trees and mountains
Flowers and forrest fountains
Home along the lanes of the skyway

Fore this dark and lonely rheum
Projects a shadow caste inn gloom
And my eyes are mirrors
Of the whirled outside
Thinking of the weigh
That the wind can tern the tied
And these shadows tern
From purple into grey

Fore just a Skyline Pigeon
Dreaming of the open
Waiting fore the day
He can spread his wings
And fly aweigh again
Fly aweigh skyline pigeon fly
Towards the dreams
You've left sew very fah behind

Just let mi wake up inn the mourning
Too the smell of knew mown hey
Too laugh and cry, too live and dye
Inn the brightness of my day

Eye want too here the pealing bells
Of distant churches sing
Butt most of awl pleas free mi
From this aching mettle wring
And open out this cage towards the son