There are songs that knock. There are songs that shout. And then there are songs that simply arrive — like a breeze curling through an open window, carrying memory, healing, and just enough grace to make you pause. Eddy Mann’s “Fly, Fly Away” is one of those songs.
Drawn from his album Turn Up the Divine, Mann’s latest offering is less a single and more a sacred passage. It feels unearthed more than written, as if the melody had been tucked beneath the soil of every quiet goodbye ever whispered, waiting for the right voice to call it out. Mann, ever the faithful steward of subtle beauty, gives it that voice.
The song unfolds with the patience of prayer. A softly strummed acoustic guitar traces the path forward, joined by barely-there rhythms and a warmth that glows rather than burns. Mann sings, “Fly away to where God only knows,” and the line floats like incense, both surrender and benediction. It’s not a lament. It’s a letting go.
There’s a sacred weariness in Mann’s voice — the kind that doesn’t come from defeat, but from having walked long roads with open hands. That tone, familiar to longtime listeners of his more than 20-album catalog, is where “Fly, Fly Away” lives. In that delicate space between longing and release.
Thematically, the song is steeped in the understanding that love, real love, is often measured not in how tightly we hold, but in how gently we let go. And Mann, ever the servant of the soul, knows that every season has its leaving. The biblical echoes ring soft but clear. Ecclesiastes, the psalms, even the surrender of Christ in Gethsemane. Not quoted, but felt. This is scripture lived out in Americana.
The production follows suit — humble, deliberate, and unintrusive. There’s nothing here to distract from the song’s emotional center. It could have been recorded in a chapel or a front porch. Either way, the holiness would linger.
Eddy Mann has made a career — and a ministry — of crafting music that speaks less to the crowd and more to the soul within it. He’s a songwriter’s songwriter, the kind of artist who builds his records from lived experience, sacred text, and the quiet resilience of grace. With “Fly, Fly Away,” he continues that mission, offering listeners not just a song, but a safe space to release, reflect, and rest.
In a musical landscape full of declarations and noise, Mann offers something counter-cultural — a song that whispers, that waits, and that believes the softest words are sometimes the most powerful.
For fans of Buddy Miller, John Michael Talbot, and the gentler edges of faith-driven folk, “Fly, Fly Away” is a gentle masterpiece. It does not demand your attention. It earns it. And when it finishes, it leaves you lighter.
Sometimes, letting go is the holiest thing we can do. Eddy Mann has written the soundtrack for that moment.
–Rowan A.
