Lyrics

Chance of finding you
Is one in a million
You say that’s nothing new
Well that’s your opinion
And angels wipe the falling tears from a poets eyes
I’m falling from the sky
Running down your mountain
I’m coming home X2

You say the fields are green
Well I’m not complaining
And rivers running deep
Another day raining
The howling wind will sing you songs,
That sure to make you cry
I’m falling from the sky
Running down your mountain
I’m coming home X3