Fly on Home
(Natural Death)

Three score ten
and a dozen years
You hear a silent calling
It quiets all your fears

The wind’s in your hair
and your heart has been set free
Your soul is on the wing
Fly on home, fly on home
Fly on home to Jesus

There’s no way they can hold you
The walls are made of dust
This world can’t trap you
It’s iron bars will rust

Pretty little songbird left the cage
Fly to the forest flying to her mate


Music by
Lyrics by Amy Thayer &