Smile at the smiling man, tear in your eye,
Laugh in the morning sun, under the sky.
High on the hawthorn tree, bee and b***erfly,
Seek fortune in the leaves, under the sky.
Follow the road that leads up to the sky,
There's no reason, do not wonder why.
Dappled green summer blades, where swallows fly,
And laughing children play, under the sky.
Follow the road ...
Soft on a mossy bank, silently lie,
Everything's everything, under the sky.
Laugh in the morning sun, under the sky.
High on the hawthorn tree, bee and b***erfly,
Seek fortune in the leaves, under the sky.
Follow the road that leads up to the sky,
There's no reason, do not wonder why.
Dappled green summer blades, where swallows fly,
And laughing children play, under the sky.
Follow the road ...
Soft on a mossy bank, silently lie,
Everything's everything, under the sky.