Flying over the ocean
trying hard to see
where the sandy land
meets the rushing sea.
Clouds above me stirring
the sun beats hard and free
as the wind blows through the feathers that fly me.
I high and dry
my shadow flies much faster than I
High... la da... la da da da da da.
Watching all the people
children play with sand
looking up at me
waving tiny hands.
Looking 'round at water
as far as I can see
flashing silver blue
silent endless sea.
I high and dry
my shadow flies much faster than I
High... la da... la da da da da da.
So I let my mind just wander
floating soft and still
as I ponder on
the currents 'cross the hill.
Taking my attention
is a man with bigger wings
can he fly as high
as a Seagull will?
I high and dry
my shadow flies much faster than I
High... la da... la da da da da da.
High... la da... la da da da da da.
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