"Turn Me Round" lyrics - STRAWBS

My life is never peaceful as I fly me high above
For I hover like an eagle with an olive branch of love
With the vision of a hunter and the conscience of a dove
Turn me round, turn me round, turn me round.

Now the eagle holds the aces when it comes to strength and pace
For the dove is a beginner in the universal race
But lonely is the hunter as he closes in the chase.

Turn me round, clear my vision, let me see the light
Turn me round, turn me round
Turn me round, change position, give the blind man sight
Turn me round, turn me round
Turn me round, turn me round, turn me round.

Turn me round, let me see the tracery of the lines upon your face
As I kneel in contemplation of your majesty and grace
For the eagle in his sorrow is a man in sure disgrace
Turn me round, turn me round.

My dove, my mediator, may you flourish in your solitude?
A haven in the storm clouds, let me paint you in my studio
May the brushmarks on the canvas show the eagle in his eerie mood.

Turn me round, clear my vision, let me see the light
Turn me round, turn me round
Turn me round, change position, give the blind man sight
Turn me round, turn me round
Turn me round, turn me round
Turn me round, turn me round
Turn me round, turn me round, please turn me round.