Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Saw the river shine down as the star shined
I thought I could fly back in the month of March
I saw sky was full of color
I don't ever have to talk still
No, you, no one, 'cause my son of God, he was a lamb
How I could see the one child in all the stars
That I thought I could see the poor child in all of stars
The birds are in church, the trees are growing and growing
Birds are sleeping for the winter
Lots of apples fall and shiver
Now spring is blossomed full of flowers
Summer is hot when we go to the beach to have lots of fun
I thought that I could do all of that stuff and it was fun
In spring and the summer and the autumn and the wintertime
I thought that I could see these stars flying in the sky
Shooting stars fell, and fell, and fell on you
