I'd like to walk
To the top of the road
And find me the stories
That lie there
And rise through the scattered clouds
To steal another high there
Anyway the wind blows
High there
Anywhere the clouds goes
I'd like to fly
Far away from my world
If just to see from another
And to know the stories told
Rising to another high there
Anyway the wind blows
High there
Anywhere from my road
To never have to hear a sound
To never hear the rain fall down
Summertime evenings way above my farm
Are ceilings sleeptime
Summertime evenings way above my farm
Are ceilings sleeptime
I'd like to walk
To the top of the road
And find me the stories
That lie there
And rise through the scattered clouds
To steal another high there
Anyway the wind blows
High there
Anywhere the clouds goes
Summertime evenings way above my farm
Are ceilings sleeptime
Summertime evenings way above my farm
Are ceilings sleeptime
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