D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . E . . . Eb . D
We met up on Hawk Mountain a long time ago,
C . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bm
When life was young and we were free.
D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . E . . . . . Eb . . D
We swooped and we soared in our springtime.
. . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E
Now the autumn winds have brought you back to me.

    F#m . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am
    With the beaver and the deer,
    F#m . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am
    The songbirds all in flight,
    F#m . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am
    We danced up to the heavens
     . . . F#m . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
    As stars were shooting through the night.

Now our ancient wings are stiff and weary.
Our beaks have been scarred by life,
And thirty long years, they cut right through us,
A lightning-bladed knife.

     . . . . . . . . Cm . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . Cm
    You must fly. You must fly. You must fly,
     . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . Cm . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . A
    You must fly. You must fly. My lady, you must fly.

Now October skies are clear and open.
We're no longer tethered to the past.
Let us ride the thermals of the present
While autumn currents last.

    There is cider in the air;
    Colored leaves dance in the breeze.
    Let us join their celebration
    And dance above the trees.

So come and fly with me, my lady.
Remember springtime and its warmth.
Let us swoop and soar once more together,
Ignoring winter's future storms.

    We must fly. We must fly. We must fly.
    We must fly. We must fly. O my lady, we must fly.

F . . E . . Eb . . . D
We must stretch our
F . . . . . . . . E . . . . Eb . . . D
Stretch our weary ancient wings
F . . . . . E . . Eb D
Stretch them as far
. . . F . . . E . . . . . . Eb . D
As far as they will reach.
F, E, Eb, D, A