Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2019

Distant planets call to me
Surely now you, too, can see
Please, release me, I must go
To the galaxies below
Hear them call me

Please, don't try to disagree
This will be my Jubilee
I must leave you, reach aloft
Where rugged flesh becomes so soft
Hear them call me

Colours, passing, guarantee
She has listened to my plea
Open arms enfold me in
There to meet the Cherubim
Hear them call me

Stars so brilliant -- heavenly
On the spacecraft Bel-Esprit
Galaxies filled to the brim
Sing their song, a quiet hymn
Hear them call me

Now the ships pass nebulae
Cleansing all impurity
As my trip comes to an end
And I see my beloved friend
Hear them call me