Blowing Away

(альбом: The Age Of Aquarius - 1969)

You old fire, I'm mad with desire
You're my favorite one
You got me cooking with the fever
Got my love running for the sun
Uh, huh, running for the sun

I feel so high, I feel like I may
Go blowing away blowing away
Blow, blow, blowing away

My well meaner, my day fancy dreamer
Oh, what can it be?
Well, it's something like a power
Like a hold, and it's holding me
Uh, huh, and it's holding me

I feel so high, I feel like I may
Go blowing away blowing away
Blow, blow, blowing away
Blow, blow, blowing away

My long laster, my soft hearted master
Ain't been born and bred
But he's standing in my doorway, in my mind
Up above my, up above, up above my head
Up above my head, up above my head

I feel so high, I feel like I may
Go blowing away, blowing away
Blowing away, blowing away, blowing away
Blow, blow, blowing away

Blow, blow, blowing away
Blow, blow, blowing away
Blow, blow, blowing away