Wings - Fairport Convention

When the Byrds flew in then the dance began

We all were lifted up on Californian wings

And over London streets in the drizzling rain

Well we danced to the sound of Rickenbacker strings

It was the kickstart that our young and precious lives needed then

And so we started on our long and winding trail

We played

We found out soon we could fly ourselves

We all were lifted up on sturdy home-made wings

And in sixty-nine in the summertime

Wll we danced to the sound of flying fiddl strings

And all the rules and safety first were left unheeded then

And with the confidence of youth well we couldn’t fail

No more

Now the years have flown and our lives have grown

And we stay aloft by tattered wings

And over city streets in the pouring rain

We still dance to the sound of thumb-and-fingered strings

Now the screams are where our children make their music now

But soon enough they’ll find their fledgling wings

They’ll play