She Flies On Strange Wings (G. Kooymans) 1971 

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, silcence grows on her lips
She can bring you so much higher, she spreads love on all her trips

She flies on strange wings, she flies on strange winds
She brings strange things, she flies on strange wings

Woke up this morning and this feeling came to my head
To fly with her from sky to sky, ‘cause my mind seemed to be dead
So I floated up towards her on my mutilated wings
But all the blackness seems against me now
It’s the lady of the strange wings, it’s the lady of the strange winds
It’s the lady of the strange wings
It’s the lady, it’s the lady, it’s the lady of the strange wings

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