jonathan
barclay james harvest
sound of seagulls crying fills the air
high above the lonely one is there
waitin' for the sun to turn to night
find him miles away in endless flight
he's giving us a reason to believe
see the painted silver sunlight on his wing
as he sails upon the wind and slowly skyward
flying as to music you can hear him sing
like the windsong on the breeze he seems to sigh
he's showing us the way we can be free