Kim A McKee©

Away, away,
Brown leaves of fall
Fly free on winds of change
Your withered forms will
Soon find peace
And then call out my name
And then call out my name

Away, away
Wise winter birds
Fly free on winds of change
Your wings will find the golden sun
And then call out my name
And then call out my name

Away, away
Oh starless night
Fly free on winds of change
The dawn will come to urge you on
And then call out my name
And then call out my name

Away, away
I’m bound away
To fly on winds of change
I’ll take my flight and not look back
When someone calls my name

Away, away…