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  Falling  Floating  Flying

Flowing  Falling  Floating  Flying

On and on Falling Falling  Floating Flying