Golden Earring

Lonely is the night without you
Just as lonely as the shepherd without sheep
And where flies the falcon,
In the high sweet air
Without hunting this Sprane Valleys deer
She wears softness as a gown
She spreads magic all around
Her feathers still untouched
She takes but nothing and she gives so much
She flies on strange wings
She flies on strange winds
She brings strange things
She flies on strange wings
She takes off when she desires
Silence grows on her lips
She can bring you so much higher
She spreads love on all her trips, yeah