"Fly, Pigeon, Fly" lyrics - MATTHEWS' SOUTHERN COMFORT

Like a ship on the ocean, out of sight of the land
Will return to its port when its journey is done
Like a bee in the summertime wanders far from the hive
But at close of day, it will make its way
To the warmth of its home
So you will fly, pigeon fly, you must satisfy
The urge that makes you try to be free
Fly, pigeon fly, cross your windblown sky
Maybe when you're high you will see
You've got to come on home to me

Though I'd like to imprison you, I can see it's not right
So I open your cage and I let you fly by
In a moment of pleasure I may slip from your mind
But I know you well, it's not hard to tell
That in time you'll return
So you must fly, pigeon fly, you must satisfy
The urge that makes you try to be free
Fly, pigeon fly, cross your windblown sky
Maybe when you're high you will see
You've got to come on home to me