Turning Round - Chris De Burgh

Flying, I thought Id never learn that flying

I thought Id spend my whole life trying,

For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground…

Lying, I thought Id never keep from lying,

I thought Id lose it all by sighing,

For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found

Crying, I thought Id never stop that crying,

I thought Id always dream of dying

For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground

Oh dying, I thought Id never see that dying,

I thought Id spend my whole life flying,

For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round

Sighing, I thought Id never keep from sighing

I thought Id always be there crying,

For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around

And trying, I thought Id spend my seasons trying,

I thought I could stop myself from lying,

For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round

Oh flying, oh oh, lying, oh oh, crying, oh oh, sighing, oh oh,

Trying, oh oh, and dying, oh oh,

For dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,

Yes it is…