| Like a bird on the wing Of an eagle most high Freedom waits For the son of a king And forgotten he was By the guise of a tree Falling leaves In the Autumn of need To love my dear Lord To love my dear Lord To love To be born beyond the isle To be born beyond the isle To be born beyond the isle And the nation will call To the island so far Voices wane In the eve of the Spring In the moonlight and glow Thought his children should know Birds of prey A new love song we'll sing To love my dear Lord To love my dear Lord To love To be born beyond the isle To be born beyond the isle And to die on Robben Isle To love my dear Lord To love my dear Lord To love To love To love |