Floating

Little birds are singing from the trees
Walking slowly on my two bare feet
Gentle grass under me as I sweep
On and on and on, on and on, I’m

Floating, floating…

Someone´s calling me from underneath
Putting down my ear to hear the beat
From the voices far within the deep
On and on and on, on and on I´m

Flowing – Flowing
Swaying – Floating
Flowing – Flowing
Swaying – Floating

Magic wonders in the golden breeze
Changing daily and surrounding me
In the eyeglass I can see them freeze
On and on and on, on and on I´m

Floating – Falling
Floating – Flying
Falling – Falling
Floating – Flying

On and on…
Falling – Falling
Floating – Flying