
The sky is blue,
Seeking to get back all old things so that we can begin a bit faster and without being through.
So that laughter can be brilliant like leaves which are green without being asked to.
The sky is blue,
As God asked it to be so.
Adios!

The sky is blue,
Seeking to get back all old things so that we can begin a bit faster and without being through.
So that laughter can be brilliant like leaves which are green without being asked to.
The sky is blue,
As God asked it to be so.
Adios!
Aren’t you gracious that you bought me an apple.
Aren’t you gracious that we went to the fair together.
Aren’t you gracious that grace itself feels happy in your presence..
Aren’t you gracious forever?!
Adios!