Turning round
Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flyingI thought I'd spend my whole life tryingFor flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground...
Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lyingI thought I'd lose it all by sighingFor lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found...
Crying, I thought I'd never stop that cryingI thought I'd always dream of dyingFor crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground...
Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dyingI thought I'd spend my whole life flyingFor dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round...
Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighingI thought I'd always be there cryingFor sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around...
And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons tryingI thought I could stop myself from lyingFor trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round...
Oh flying, oh oh, lying, oh ohcrying, oh oh, sighing, oh ohTrying, oh oh and dying, oh ohFor dying it that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,Yes it is...