Isobel Anderson - Feathers

When you flew away
You just left one feather
So I keep it in my pillow
So I'll dream of you at night

And your feathers were the color
Of the sun before it sets at night
And your eyes were as sharp
As the morning sunlight

Well I wish I could fly with you
Way up in the sky
But I guess I'll just be the tree you perch on
When things don't turn out right

And the lawn that my routes plunge into
Is lush and green and pure
And anyone would be mad to live there unhappy

But this tree has been standing
So still for so long
That now I think I must have lost my mind

For I long to fly up there with you
And leave all this behind
Behind, I long to fly up there with you
And leave all this behind
I long to fly up there with you
And leave all this behind