Michael Woodhead

ON THIS WORLD NOT HIS OWN

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2020

There are people who will wonder where he came from
In the skies
There are places he will wander far away from
In the skies
On this world not his own
Are buildings made of stone
And the people are hiding in disguise
While he flies in the skies

Kaleidoscope mysteries
Cumbersome forms
Everything around you swarms
Everyone around you warms

There are women who will wonder what his name is
In the skies
There are young men who will hear from whence his fame came
In the skies
On this world not his own
Are buildings made of stone
And the people are hiding in disguise
While he flies in the skies


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