Anette Olzon

Floating
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) From Letras Mania