Flying

(альбом: Sweet Island Music - 1995)

Flower Leis
Yellow, white and purple strands
Woven like the many days
And countless ways
We held our hands

Here we are
Standing at an airport gate
All those wishes on a star
That missed so far
Will have to wait

Going like an ebb tide flowing
Like a trade-wind blowing
Soon you will be far across the sea
Flying soon you will be flying
Like a teardrop drying
Leaving just a memory

Misty eyes
Looking many miles away
No times left to analyze
Apologize
No more to say
Stay a while
Linger just a minute more
Let me see that winning style
That little smile you always wore

Going like an ebb tide flowing
Like a trade-wind blowing
Soon you will be far across the sea
Flying soon you will be flying
Like a teardrop drying
Leaving just a memory

Flying soon you will be flying
Like a teardrop drying
Leaving just a memory
Ah... ah...