Aeroplane

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 it's surely been up there

Crying want to live my life as my aeroplane

Sighing in the sun's eye but softly my aeroplane

Lonely but only till it comes down

Where there's people running round

But it's surely been up there

Flying my aeroplane