Tekst Utworu

Find the shadows cast by rainbows There you'll meet the sage Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage He can give you more direction than you've ever known Show you your bronzed baby shoes Now, my how you have grown Ain't it nice to fly? You're waving as soft clouds go by But peace won't be still of its own free will Say you want to go exploring, you got to find some truth You can't stand one more day of Christians shouting down at you You say you don't dig politics, it never was your bag People who could run for office wave their private flag But ain't it nice to fly? You're waving as soft clouds go by But peace won't be still of its own free will Stickman, ugh Ain't it nice to fly? You're waving as soft clouds go by, yeah But peace won't be still of its own free will
Writer(s): Gil Scott-heron, Brian Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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