Turning Round

Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying I thought I'd spend my whole life trying For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying I thought I'd lose it all by sighing For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying I thought I'd always dream of dying For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying I thought I'd spend my whole life flying For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing I thought I'd always be there crying For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying I thought I could stop myself from lying For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round Oh flying, oh-oh Lying, oh-oh Crying, oh-oh Sighing, oh-oh Trying, oh-oh And dying, oh-oh For dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground Yes, it is