It is for those who like to cling
It is to those, to those I sing
Here is a song instead of a clutch
Instead of a moon
Instead of a soothing touch in the afternoon
21 September, 2014
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It is for those who like to cling
It is to those, to those I sing
Here is a song instead of a clutch
Instead of a moon
Instead of a soothing touch in the afternoon
One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise, rise up singing
You’re gonna spread your wings, child
And take, take to the sky