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alex bevan - little wings كلمات الأغنية

see them waiting for the wind to rise. a clump of snow colored b-tterflies, gathered close till some small breath softly comes

oh, they bob, and they dip, and they circle and shine. they float like milkweed across the line. canvas catches air and fills the sheets like lungs

little wings upon the water. these are our sons and our daughters. sailing underneath the clear and summer sky. little wings upon the water

these are our sons and our daughters, with little wings, with little wings, we learn to fly

a slow ballet, a quiet parade, a timeless dance here upon the waves, it’s line and tiller, mast, hull and small trapeze

the boats point high, make markers round, and then you hear that popping sound, as rainbows blossom brightly upon the breeze

little wings upon the water. these are our sons and our daughters. sailing underneath that clear and summer sky

little wings upon the water. these are our sons and our daughters. with little wings, with little wings we learn to fly

the vision seen and the picture made, could be taken from the palette of claude monet, it’s tiny dabs of paint on aqua marine and blue

people on the ferries p-ssing by, they point their fingers and they cup their eyes, they smile and they wave and they shout good luck to you

little wings upon the water. these are our sons and our daughters. sailing underneath that clear and summer sky

little wings upon the water. these are our sons and our daughters. with little wings, with little wings, we learn to fly

the boats gather up and then clump again, each soul is a captain, each mate is a friend

it’s easy chatter til another race breaks them apart. then with the sound of the starting gun, they set their course hard, they chase and they run, with fair winds full and blowing through every heart

these little wings upon the water. these are our sons and our daughters. sailing underneath that clear and summer sky

little wings upon the water. these are our sons and our daughters. with little wings, with little wings, we learn to fly

ya see them waiting for the wind to rise, a clump of snow colored b-tterflies

- alex bevan

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