Wings

Composer：Ashley Hutchings/Kenneth Stephen Nicol

When the birds 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

Soon we found

We could fly ourselves

We all were lifted up on sturdy homemade wings

And in sixty nine

In the summertime

Well we danced to the sound of Swarb's flying fiddle 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're held aloft

By torn and 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

And they'll play