I am on a roller coaster which is click clacking up a steep incline. Lily, my eight-year-old granddaughter, is sitting next to me. "This is boring," she laments, gazing languidly over the side of ... [+]
Like an angel from the sky
Like a bird on my window
Like a flower in July
On a sunny afternoon
Suddenly you passed me by
And I don’t know what to do
And I don’t know what to try
To be with you very soon
No I won’t tell you no lie
I can’t stop thinking of you
Every time I close my eyes
Under the light of the moon
I wonder if you can fly
Like a bird on my window
Like an angel from the sky
On a sunny afternoon