Up With The Birds

Notes: …

So softly, you touch me and I am taken up

Up with the birds in the sky

Up with the stars hung on high

Thinking nothing could bring me down

This feeling, this falling, we must be in the clouds

Or is it vast sea beneath

Stirring right below our feet

Will we ever see solid ground

 

Though it may seem

In thoughts of a daydream I am lost

Though it may seem

In thoughts of a daydream I am lost

I’ll be in fields where wildflowers grow

Lying nearby rivers unfold 

Thinking nothing could bring me

Bring me, bring me down