Lyrics: Aeroplane
Album: Unknown
Artist: Jethro Tull
 

Flying — made of sticks and paper —
Aeroplane.
Dying — is the wind but climbing —
My aeroplane.
Blowing, and going somewhere high —
In the evening tumbling down —
But it’s surely been up there.

Crying — want to live my life as
My aeroplane

Sighing in the sun’s eye, but softly —
My aeroplane.

Lonely, but only till it comes down
Where there’s people running round.
But it’s surely been up there.

Flying — my aeroplane.