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The Hippogriff Song
By Jessica Law |
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Fly with me through galaxies upon the solar wind
We'll find the place where all the lost things go The keys to your front window or the wits of your best friend I serve, although it wasn't always so |
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I recall the icy air
Across the frozen ocean where I soared above the mountains of my home |
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My father taught me how to fly and how to preen and peck
My mother taught me how to jump and run Then I met a man who had a plan to conquer death His demon power hard to overcome |
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Come down from your myrtle tree
Undo my bonds and rescue me I'll always be the property of man |
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One task and another, that's the way to keep me down
I'll ferry you from heaven down to hell Doing work for others 'til I can't remember how I became the beast of burden I am now |
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That I possess wonderful power That I was wild once, and free That I surpass human endeavour And that no bridle can contain my majesty |
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So fly with me thorough galaxies upon the solar wind
nWe'll find the place where all the lost things The moon is not the property of any earthly thing That's why the ones with nothing love it so |
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On its cratered, glowing back I hope we find the things we lack Your keys, his wits, my liberty - I hope. |
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