Bellísima canción dedicada al vuelo de los flamencos sobre el lago Nakuru en África y el lindo espectáculo de color cuándo todo se vuelve de color rosa!. Protejamos que siempre continúen existiendo, ellos necesitan nuestra ayuda!.
Flight of the Stork I catch the light on the tips of my wings, As I journey, I've such a long, long way to go. High on the wind, in the pale end of night, As I journey from Europe to Africa ... The clear memory of the castles and hills Will blend with my love for the open plains, So filled with His creatures, my brothers and sisters, I think of them now as I find my way ... The long night is gone as the last shooting star Fades high, high above my old weary wings; The dream in my breast for the whole human race, To show them the world from a higher view ... I Chorus: If man had his wings, he could fly to Nakuru, A place of Mind where all he finds have their wings ... Rose pink and light on a cool lake of blue, Must be a glimpse of Nakuru. To talk among friends when the long journey ends, And the song of the Rhine comes to Africa ... When I fly North again, with the call of the free, Will they hear my song and know my dream? The dream in my breast for the whole human race, To show them the world from a higher view ... II Chorus: If man had his wings, he could fly to Nakuru, A place of Mind where all he finds have their wings ... If man had his wings, he could fly ....
Bellísima canción dedicada al vuelo de los flamencos sobre el lago Nakuru en África y el lindo espectáculo de color cuándo todo se vuelve de color rosa!. Protejamos que siempre continúen existiendo, ellos necesitan nuestra ayuda!.
I have been listening to this album for years. I own the CD. Love it
Look at that beautiful serval cat on the cover!
Beautifully brilliant. Thank you. 👍👍👍🌏👍👍👍 ❤️🌏❤️( nz)
Thanks so much for the upload.
I love listening Sarah.
Thanks so much for the upload
Que voz más musical
maybe above the shadow lyrics ??
Please, I need the lyrics of "flight of the stork " thanks.
Flight of the Stork
I catch the light on the tips of my wings,
As I journey, I've such a long, long way to go.
High on the wind, in the pale end of night,
As I journey from Europe to Africa ...
The clear memory of the castles and hills
Will blend with my love for the open plains,
So filled with His creatures, my brothers and sisters,
I think of them now as I find my way ...
The long night is gone as the last shooting star
Fades high, high above my old weary wings;
The dream in my breast for the whole human race,
To show them the world from a higher view ...
I Chorus:
If man had his wings, he could fly to Nakuru,
A place of Mind where all he finds have their wings ...
Rose pink and light on a cool lake of blue,
Must be a glimpse of Nakuru.
To talk among friends when the long journey ends,
And the song of the Rhine comes to Africa ...
When I fly North again, with the call of the free,
Will they hear my song and know my dream?
The dream in my breast for the whole human race,
To show them the world from a higher view ...
II Chorus:
If man had his wings, he could fly to Nakuru,
A place of Mind where all he finds have their wings ...
If man had his wings, he could fly ....
@@MysticalHarmonies Thank you very much!