Lyrics:

Words and music by Paul Waaktaar-Savoy



Hey, beautiful farm on the top of the hill

Whenever I pass by

I'm thinking I will

Find someone like you

Goodbye avenue

And then I'll be yearning for this too



Over the treetops fly

Birds in the sky

Over the treetops high

High in the sky



Stop calling her restless

She moves in the sun

Gets out of the bed past noon

Closer to one

I follow her mind

I follow her blind

She leaves and I'm two steps behind



Over the treetops fly

Birds in the sky

Over the treetops high

High in the sky



A trip is a fall

To fall is to trip



She changes how she feels

About things, that's okay

It works for me

I think I like it that way

No thing is true

Some thing is false

Address the child as a whole



Over the treetops fly

Birds in the sky

Over the treetops high