Flying

Flying

I thought I never

Learn of

Flying

I thought I spend

My whole life

Trying

For fly is

A ancient art

To keep one foot

On the ground

Lying

I thought I never

Keep from lying

I thought I losing

All my sighing

For lie is a ancient art

Of hiding words

That we never be found

Crying

I thought I never

Stop that

Crying

I thought I always

Dream of dying

For cry is

A ancient art

Of weeping rivers

Into the ground

Oh dying

I thought I never

See that

Dying

I thought I spend

My whole life

Crying

For die is

A ancient art

Of keeping one world

Turning around

Sighing

I thought I never

Keep from sighing

I thought I'm always

Be there

Crying

For sighing is

A ancient art

Within sadness

All around

And trying

I thought I spend

My seasons

Trying

I thought I can't stop

Myself from lying

For try is a ancient art

Aproving that the world

Is round

Oh dying, oh, oh

Flying, oh, oh

Crying, oh, oh