How high the crane flies over silver moon
Don't short your boy, sing me a golden tune
How high am I? I think I lost my head
I found a quiet place instead
Another missive from the king today
That bastard wants to take my song away
This is the drying of the wishing well
I am the tolling of the bell
I watched the girl lace up her tennis shoe
And prayed for solace in my afternoon:
God save the thrush perched on my windowsill
The only thing in life that's real
The Hendersons - The Crane Lyrics
The Hendersons - The Crane Lyrics
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How high the crane flies over silver moon
Don't short your boy, sing me a golden tune
How high am I? I think I lost my head
I found a quiet place instead
Another missive from the king today
That bastard wants to take my song away
This is the drying of the wishing well
I am the tolling of the bell
I watched the girl lace up her tennis shoe
And prayed for solace in my afternoon:
God save the thrush perched on my windowsill
The only thing in life that's real
Don't short your boy, sing me a golden tune
How high am I? I think I lost my head
I found a quiet place instead
Another missive from the king today
That bastard wants to take my song away
This is the drying of the wishing well
I am the tolling of the bell
I watched the girl lace up her tennis shoe
And prayed for solace in my afternoon:
God save the thrush perched on my windowsill
The only thing in life that's real
Writer: Nolan Robertson
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