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Old Mr.
Mackle Hackle


Songs
from Dreams
My absolute
favorite yearly event on TV when I was young was the broadcast
of 'Peter Pan' with Mary Martin. I was always overwhelmed by
the glory and amazement of the way he/she would fly around.
I had recurrent dreams of flying like Peter Pan. Every Sunday
I would toss a penny into the wishing well at the entrance to
the pancake restaurant my family went to, and my wish was always
"Make me fly!"
Flying dreams
have stayed with me into adulthood. It is a wondrous feeling,
better than anything - my feet leave the ground, with a touch
of fear I barely clear the power lines, and then continue up
and on to an adventure.
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Flying,
Flying
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I was walking
along, I felt kind of light
Light in a mysterious way
So I started to skip, Then I started to run
Then I started to float away
I spread my arms, I held my breath
My feet dangled out behind me
I flew down the street and over my school
And away where no one could find me
CHORUS: I
floated away
Flying, flying
High above all that I'd known
I floated away
Flying, flying
Far, far away from my home
I flew low
over rivers in dangerous jungles
The crocodiles snapped their jaws at my feet
I laughed as I flew up into the treetops
Where I dined with the monkeys on dinosaur meat
I sang with the birds as we flew to the mountains
And whirled round the peaks covered in snow
Then we dove through the clouds and down to the valley
Where the farmers thought I was a flying scarecrow
CHORUS
The sun went
down, The birds went home
I was left all alone in the sky
I began to miss my friends and family
I wiped a tear from my eye
Then I heard my name coming over the wind
And I saw a huge hot-air balloon
It was mom and dad, They gathered me up
And together we sailed to the moon
CHORUS
And now we
are back safe at home
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Gunnar Madsen All rights reserved. Mop Mop Music ASCAP |