(G.Kooymans)
Lonely is the night without you
Just as lonely as the shepherd without sheep

And where flies the falcon,
In the high sweet air
Without hunting this Sprane Valleys deer


She wears softness as a gown
She spreads magic all around

Her feathers still untouched
She takes but nothing and she gives so much


She flies on strange wings
She flies on strange winds
She brings strange things

She flies on strange wings

She takes off when she desires

Silence grows on her lips
She can bring you so much higher
She spreads love on all her trips, yeah


She flies on strange wings
She flies on strange winds

She brings strange things
She flies on strange wingsW


Oke up this morning
And this feeling came to my head
To fly with her from sky to sky

'Cause my mind seemed to be dead
So I floated up towards her
On my mutilated wings

But all the blackness sings against me now
It's the lady of the strange wings


She wears softness as a gown
She spreads magic all around
Her feathers still untouched

She takes but nothing and she gives so much

She flies on strange...........