I'm Leaving On A Jet Plane Don't

Horses Are Creatures Who Worship The Earth As They Gallop On Feet Of Ivory. Constrained By The Wonder Of Dying And Birth, The Horses Still Run, They Are Free.

I Am The Hawk And There's Blood In My Feathers, But Time Is Still Turning They Soon Will Be Dry. And All Those Who See Me And All Who Believe In Me, Share In The Freedom I Feel When I Fly.

To Deny This Is To Deny Our Own Heritage, Our Own Spirit, And Our Own Souls.

My Purpose In Performing Is To Communicate The Joy I Experience In Living.

Relax, Ease Back In Your Seats And Let The Music Take You Wherever It Does.