Dying Day - Gin Wigmore

Lay down your broken head

I can see you cry away your life

Fall like you fell from grace

Soft, but sweetly say

This is my dying day

And if you don’t mind

I would like to Fly

Fly far away

That’s all I wanna do is Fly

Fly far my way

That’s all I’m gonna do On my dying day

Live

Like you never have

Take in all you can

Before the wind decides

To lead like a Mother

Please

Don’t let go of my hand

On my dying day

And if you don’t mind

I would like to Fly

Fly far away

That’s all I wanna do is Fly

Fly in my own way

Where nobody can touch me Nobody can

I’m flying

Flying my own way

That’s all I want to do On my dying day

I’m shaken by the cold of the roses that we grow

To give our heads a happy state of mind

And all I need to know

Is where I can go If you lock me out and leave me here to die

I will fly

Fly far away

That’s all I wanna do is Fly on Fly in my own way

Where nobody can touch me Nobody can

I’m flying

So far away

That’s all I want to do On my dying day

On my dying day

On my dying day