Fly blue sky, voices keep calling,
bidding me welcome. Why maiden land,
luring me closer, forbiden land.
And as I'm Standing closer,
those natives step beyond.
Release the mortal patterns,
my mind I post beyond.
Spinning in circles,
As lower life life shows me in to my doom,
spirit will striken,
the end will come soon.
This is termination,
the outcome of your life.
Words and Music By Erik Keith Brann and Lee Dorman
© 1968 (unp) Cotillion Music, Inc., Ten East Music & Itasca Music
© 1969 Cotillion Music, Inc., Ten East Music & Itasca Music
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