Turning Round Songtext

von Chris De Burgh

Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying,
I thought I'd spend my whole life trying,
For flying is that ancient art
Of leaving one foot on the ground...

Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,
I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art
Of hiding words that will never be found...

Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,
I thought I'd always dream of dying,
For crying is that ancient art
Of weeping rivers into the ground...

Oh Dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,
I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,
For dying is that ancient art
Of keeping one world turning round...

Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing,
I thought I'd always be there crying,
For sighing is that ancient art
Of breathing sadness all around...

And trying, I thought I'd 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...