Flying Home

		Am
		Who are you? Who am I?
		      F                  C
		Is it real to touch the sky?
		            Dm           Am
		Nothing?s real for the sky, -
		            E            Am
		Said the birds of paradise.

		I?am afraid, can?t you see?!
		Tell me, where you carry me?
		You will soon realize! -
		Said the birds of paradise.

Припев:		<     F>
		Flying home, flying home
		                                  C
		To the land that you once had known,
		                              Dm
		To the peace that once was true
		         E              Am
		For a little girl like you.

		Flying home, flying home
		From the world that is made of stone
		Till your heart is light and free
		Like it once was meant to be.

		How I can go ahead,
		When my eyes are becoming wet?
		Save your tears! Dry your eyes! -
		Said the birds of paradise.

		By the time is passing by
		Say, how long do we have to fly?
		Moon will set - sun will rise! -
		Said the birds of paradise.

!		Припев

		Watch the sun! And here?s the light!
		Now I know what I?ve heard was right!
		Morning sun can make you wise, -
		Said the birds of paradise.

-

Автор:		американская народная
Поёт:		Д. Селиванов

		Hm
		Who are You?  Who am I?
		G                    D
		Is it real to tide to sky?
		Em               Hm
		Nothing's real for the sky
		F#
		Said the birds of paradise

		I'm afraid, can't You see
		Tell me where do You carry me?
		You will soon realize
		Said the birds of paradise

		       G
		Flying home, flying home
		       D
		To the land that your hearth have gone
		       Em
		To the peace that once was true
		  F#                 Hm
		For the little girl like You

		Flying home, flying home
		From the world that is made of stone
		To your heart is light and free
		Like it once was meant to be

		How can I go ahead
		When my eyes becoming wet
		Save your tears, dry your eyes
		Said the birds of paradise

		At the time's passing by
		Say how long'd we have to fly
		Moon will set, sun will raise
		Said the birds of paradise

		Flying home, flying home
		To the land that your hearth have gone
		To the peace that once was true
		For the little girl like You

		Flying home, flying home
		From the world that is made of stone
		To your heart is light and free
		Like it once was meant to be

		Don't You found here the light
		No, I know that start was right
		Moon and sun can make You raise
		Said the birds of paradise

		The birds of paradise
		The birds of paradise