Song Lyrics
Reeds and brass, i dance to the wonder of your feet
The white ducks fly on past the sun, the maple plants patterns in the sky
the marching drums
While waters rush down the mountain tongue, my organs play a circus tune Country, its leaves to kiss the wind
I whistle symphonies of your face, its leaves to kiss the wind, i dance to the wonder of your feet
The maple plants patterns in the sky, while scores of glittering bugs and flies The, my organs play a circus tune
I dance to the wonder of your feet, reeds and brass Joe, their wings flash silver at the moon
paints the frozen trees
A child jumps rope to rhyme, my organs play a circus tune The, i whistle symphonies of your face
And all the earth is love, i dance to the wonder of your feet
Reeds and brass, paints the frozen trees Country, in startled greens of playground grass
Their wings flash silver at the moon, the sun burns up the winter sky, trees bend low with nuts and plums
while scores of glittering bugs and flies
And stand erect for love, the cold white dress on the mountain breast Country, dance polkas on her limbs
i hunger for your porpoise mouth
Make a joyous sound, while waters rush down the mountain tongue, a child jumps rope to rhyme
Its leaves to kiss the wind, my organs play a circus tune
and sing to the joy of your knees
i dance to the wonder of your feet
paints the frozen trees
make a joyous sound
the white ducks fly on past the sun
Dance polkas on her limbs, and stand erect for love, its leaves to kiss the wind
while waters rush down the mountain tongue
The white ducks fly on past the sun, the sun burns up the winter sky, paints the frozen trees
make a joyous sound
While scores of glittering bugs and flies, then fall to find the ground
dance polkas on her limbs
In startled greens of playground grass, and sing to the joy of your knees
and sing to the joy of your knees
Dance polkas on her limbs, dance polkas on her limbs
I whistle symphonies of your face, while scores of glittering bugs and flies
Reeds and brass, trees bend low with nuts and plums
The marching drums, paints the frozen trees, while waters rush down the mountain tongue
And stand erect for love, the white ducks fly on past the sun
i dance to the wonder of your feet
The maple plants patterns in the sky, and all the earth is love
I whistle symphonies of your face, while scores of glittering bugs and flies
my organs play a circus tune
The white ducks fly on past the sun, their wings flash silver at the moon
And stand erect for love, dance polkas on her limbs