Way up high they fly,
Way up high,
In the sky.
Touch of joy they give,
Touch of joy,
Simple toy.
Red ballons and kites
Red balloons,
Laughing loons.
Way up high they fly,
Way up high,
In the sky.
Moonbeams ride the tide...moonbeams inside.
Dancing and laughing, spending the day with a smile.
Sharing the well-kept secrets of youth for a while.
Kites and balloons, they soar free above the trees.
The string is secured to someone so easy to please.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
Way up high they fly,
Way up high,
In the sky.
Touch of joy they give,
Touch of joy,
Simple toy.
Red ballons and kites
Red balloons,
Laughing loons.
Way up high they fly,
Way up high,
In the sky.
Moonbeams ride the tide...moonbeams inside.
Dancing and laughing, spending the day with a smile.
Sharing the well-kept secrets of youth for a while.
Kites and balloons, they soar free above the trees.
The string is secured to someone so easy to please.
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