Floating - Anette Olzon

Little birds are singing from the trees

Walking slowly on my two bare feet.

Gentle grass under me as I sweep

On and on and on,

On and on I’m floating, floating!

Someone’s calling me from underneath

Putting down my ear to hear the beat

From the voices far within the deep

On and on and on, on and on I’m

Flowing, flowing

Swaying, floating,

Flowing, flowing

Swaying, floating,

Magic wonders in the golden breeze

Changing daily and surrounding me

In the eyeglass I can see them freeze

On and on and on,

On and on I’m

Floating (floating)

Flowing (flowing)

Flowing (flying)

Flowing (falling)

Flowing (flying)

Flowing (falling)

Flowing (flying)