Oh cloud, oh cloud
How I wish to be like you
Gallant, handsome, proud, and mighty.
Let me have your freedom too
Like an angel, so majestic,
grey on silver, white on blue
Calm and steady, loud and mighty.
Let me come and be like you.
Of the purest of the heavens
Never old and never new.
Smile proudly with no limit.
Let me have your freedom too.
Down below holds many sorrow
Many suffering to do
When I perish from my anguish,
let me come and be like you.
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