I know the morning star You know I play guitar I know the flying bird will be gone
I know I feel you, dad You know you never die But we no need to talk anymore
Flags are dreaming of marmalade sky Tales are going on in my old book Now there's no man stands on the hill top Winds are blowing there Spinning long time, spinning long time
When I was combing hair Inhaled the morning air Just like the passing days in the light
I know my friends will come To know if I'm at home So I will tell them "well, I'm alright."
Fate will bring your soul to like a scooter And I'll be there, too, if you need so Thought made just me down like a looser Winds are blowing here Spinning long time, spinning long time
Spinning long time, spinning long time
Flags are dreaming of marmalade sky Tales are going on in my old book Now there's no man stands on the hill top Winds are blowing there Spinning long time, spinning long time
