The Owl

 

Beyond the Pale moonlight

Across the silvery sea

She drifts through willows, not making a sound

The wind gently blows the leaves

 

(oh’s…)

 

Oh, to watch her soar

Wide eyes for all to see

Great wings slowly beat, 

through the darkness beneath

The wind gently blows the leaves

 

(oh’s…)

 

Fly into the night

High above the trees

Fly into the night, as the sound of the wind gently blows the leaves

Christine Rosholt - Vocals

 

© Steve Yeager / Collective Vibe Music / ASCAP

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