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