You cling to a cold stone wall
Before the city starts to call
The cobblestones are damp and grey
You wait for the coming of day
Oh pale wing, hide in the shade
Before the blue morning will fade
Fly high where the open sky gleams
Chasing the gold of your dreams
The scent of the coffee is near
The sound of the footsteps is clear
You fold up your velvet and white
Away from the glare of the light
A cafe door opens a crack
There is no way of turning back
The wind hits the square with a blow
You watch as the early crowds grow
Oh pale wing, hide in the shade
Before the blue morning will fade
Fly high where the open sky gleams
Chasing the gold of your dreams
Break the chain and leave the ground
Listen to the rolling sound
Higher than the Roman spire
Burning with a wild desire
You soar past the red tiled roof
Of freedom you are the living proof
The plaza is humming and loud
You vanish inside of a cloud
Oh pale wing, hide in the shade
Before the blue morning will fade
Fly high where the open sky gleams
Chasing the gold of your dreams
Pale wing, fly away.
Into the gold of day.
