Floating

Anette Olzon

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
Falling - Falling - Floating - Flying

On and on... Falling - Falling - Floating - Flying