Jethro Tull - Aeroplane lyrics

Flying --- made of sticks and paper --- Aeroplane. Dying --- is the wind but climbing --- My aeroplane. Blowing, and going somewhere high --- In the evening tumbling down --- But it's surely been up there. Crying --- want to live my life as My aeroplane Sighing in the sun's eye, but softly --- My aeroplane. Lonely, but only till it comes down Where there's people running round. But it's surely been up there. Flying --- my aeroplane.