Texty: Lisa Kelly. Lift The Wings.

How can the small flowers grow,
if the wild wind blows~
and the cold snow is all around.
Where will the frail birds fly,
if their homes on high~
have been torn down to the ground.

Lift the wings,
that carry me away from here and
fill the Sail,
that breaks the line to home,
but when I'm miles and miles apart from you.
I'm beside you when I think of
you - a Stoirin a Gra

How can a tree stand tall
if a rain won't fall~
to wash it's branches down.
How can a heart survive?

Can it stay alive?
If its love's denied for long

Lift the wings,
that carry me away from here and
fill the Sail,
that breaks the line to home,
but when I'm miles and miles apart from you.
I'm beside you when I think of
you - a Stoirin

And I'm with you when I~
dream of you - a Stoirin
And a song will bring you near
to me - a Stoirin a Gra