Clouds they look like mountians
your eyes they look like stars
We will fill our hands with clay
and try to shape our hearts
Seeing life through windows
touching panes of glass
Crying toward our children
will teach them from our past
Ooooo Oooo
The sun came down to rest
and make room for winter at last
We have all hushed the summer to bed
and we'll all breathe her last
breath
Oooohhh Oooo Oooohh
Clouds look like mountains
your eyes they look like stars
We will fill our hands with clay
and try to shape our hearts
Seeing life through windows
touching panes of glass
Crying toward our children
will teach them from our past
Ooooo Oooo
The sun came down to rest
and make room for winter at last
We have all hushed the summer to bed
and we'll all breathe her last
breath
Ohhhh Ooo Ohhh Ohoo

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN