AEROPLANE by 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. [ www.dailyrics.com ] AEROPLANE by JETHROTULL