IF I ONLY HAD WINGS!
If I only had wings, now I’m tired of play,How nice it would be to go sailing away!The sky is so blue and the clouds are so bright,I should never be weary from morning till night.You dear little bird on the top of the tree,I am sure you’re as happy as happy can be;With your little wings you can fly very high,But with large ones I think I could get to the sky.There are many things there which I’m longing to know:Those clouds look like mountains all covered with snow;Oh, if we had wings could we go there and play,And tumble about as we do in the hay?And where do the stars go as soon as it’s light?And why do they twinkle the whole of the night?Do they talk to each other when no one can hear?And do they feel sad when the moon isn’t there?If that butterfly now to a fairy would turn,Perhaps she would help me these secrets to learn;Such beautiful sights and such wonderful thingsI would quickly find out if I only had wings.
If I only had wings, now I’m tired of play,How nice it would be to go sailing away!The sky is so blue and the clouds are so bright,I should never be weary from morning till night.You dear little bird on the top of the tree,I am sure you’re as happy as happy can be;With your little wings you can fly very high,But with large ones I think I could get to the sky.There are many things there which I’m longing to know:Those clouds look like mountains all covered with snow;Oh, if we had wings could we go there and play,And tumble about as we do in the hay?And where do the stars go as soon as it’s light?And why do they twinkle the whole of the night?Do they talk to each other when no one can hear?And do they feel sad when the moon isn’t there?If that butterfly now to a fairy would turn,Perhaps she would help me these secrets to learn;Such beautiful sights and such wonderful thingsI would quickly find out if I only had wings.
If I only had wings, now I’m tired of play,How nice it would be to go sailing away!The sky is so blue and the clouds are so bright,I should never be weary from morning till night.
If I only had wings, now I’m tired of play,
How nice it would be to go sailing away!
The sky is so blue and the clouds are so bright,
I should never be weary from morning till night.
You dear little bird on the top of the tree,I am sure you’re as happy as happy can be;With your little wings you can fly very high,But with large ones I think I could get to the sky.
You dear little bird on the top of the tree,
I am sure you’re as happy as happy can be;
With your little wings you can fly very high,
But with large ones I think I could get to the sky.
There are many things there which I’m longing to know:Those clouds look like mountains all covered with snow;Oh, if we had wings could we go there and play,And tumble about as we do in the hay?
There are many things there which I’m longing to know:
Those clouds look like mountains all covered with snow;
Oh, if we had wings could we go there and play,
And tumble about as we do in the hay?
And where do the stars go as soon as it’s light?And why do they twinkle the whole of the night?Do they talk to each other when no one can hear?And do they feel sad when the moon isn’t there?
And where do the stars go as soon as it’s light?
And why do they twinkle the whole of the night?
Do they talk to each other when no one can hear?
And do they feel sad when the moon isn’t there?
If that butterfly now to a fairy would turn,Perhaps she would help me these secrets to learn;Such beautiful sights and such wonderful thingsI would quickly find out if I only had wings.
If that butterfly now to a fairy would turn,
Perhaps she would help me these secrets to learn;
Such beautiful sights and such wonderful things
I would quickly find out if I only had wings.