ripping and whistling
the wild blue yonder
calling and listening
for the cries that wander
into a sky of white chalk
to the tail end of the sun
where grey clouds walk
the Falcons Run
cut across, soar high
slash the abject horizon
watch God's feathers fly
like thundering bison
in a sky of white chalk
at the tail end of the sun
where grey clouds walk
the Falcons Run
the wild blue yonder
calling and listening
for the cries that wander
into a sky of white chalk
to the tail end of the sun
where grey clouds walk
the Falcons Run
cut across, soar high
slash the abject horizon
watch God's feathers fly
like thundering bison
in a sky of white chalk
at the tail end of the sun
where grey clouds walk
the Falcons Run