Cyrk

Now is not a good time

To leave me on my own

I knew there will never be a good time

I've always loved the

Movement of the trees

Find me a place where

I can watch the breezeI'm counting the minutes

1, 2, 3 and 4

Keeping good company

So what are you crying for?

I've always loved the

Turning of the school

Find me a place that

I can mold intoPeople do change and

Often come and go

But I'm waving flags

For the long whole

I've always loved the

Summer till I died

Find me a place where

Little birds fly by