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 its surely been up there.Crying --- want to live my life asMy aeroplaneSighing in the suns eye, but softly ---My aeroplane.Lonely, but only till it comes downWhere theres people running round.But its surely been up there.Flying --- my aeroplane.