elizabethlevett

Here it came and we walked along

trying to find our hands for the trees

and then later we just rolled back –

flying circles and blue.

It was a mighty vision to see,

fine eyes, fine teeth,

and jumping high and higher

a flying fish he was.

Flying circles, we go by.

Flying circles, we go by.

Now there are feathers around us

and a flashing

then a whispering in our ears

but we are found close to the ground –

flying circles and blue.

And the bones and skins of many things

we will reveal.

And the vision breathes quickness in our ears.

Flying circles, we go by.

Flying circles, we go by.

Link to the demo of this old song – we used to play it live a lot.

https://dreamchairmusic.com/track/2073966/flying-circles

(Photo: In Blue, 1925, Vassily Kandinsky)