Oh, my home is in the mountains
Given wings to sail in gracefullness
The sky, the sky
Given a voice to sing in brethlessness
I find that I can fly, fly away

I've been a long time on the highway
I've been a long time on the run

And it gets to be like chaos
When I'm so long away from home

And sometimes it's just to much to bare
And I hide behind my eyes

I can picture friendly faces
And I can dream of friendly skies
And I guess that I'm a lucky one
For the truth of what I know

For my heart had not denied me
And I have somewhere to go

I shall never be a prisoner
Touch steel and glass and stone

If I leave I will return again
To my Rocky Mountain Home

Oh, my home is in the mountains
Given wings to sail in gracefullness
The sky, the sky
Given a voice to sing in brethlessness
I find that I can fly, fly away
In the hands of my father
In the light of the sunshine
On the wings of an eagle
I'm flying again
I'm flying again
I'm flying again
I'm flying again
I'm flying again
I'm flying again
I'm flying again