Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen. . Twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three.
Black night is falling. The sun is gone to bed. The innocent are dreaming. As you should, sleepy-head. Sleepy-head, sleepy-head:. . All the love above.
Train-whistles, a sweet Clementine. Blueberries, dancers in line. Cobwebs, a bakery sign. . Ooooh - a sweet Clementine. Ooooh - dancers in line. Ooooh ....
Why do I love it so much?. What kind of magic is this?. How come I can't help adore it?. It's just another musical. . No one minds it at all. If I'm having a ball.
Clatter, crash, clack. Racket, bang, thump. Rattle, clang, crack, thud, whack, bam. . It's music. Now dance. . Listen cvalda. You're the dancer. You've got the sparkle in your eyes.
I sat in my room. So dismal and blue. Feeling that I can. Communicate with you. . So I picked up my thoughts. Picked up paper and pen. I know there are causes to defend.
Time people might say. Isn't it grand and sometimes unfair?. . Climb as high as you can. Talk to the stars and kiss them for me. . Is this your world? So far away.
Isn it nice that we can dream. Of all the places we can't see. Fly over oceans wide. Do all the things we never tried. And isn't it strange how you can go.