Aerial

  • The dawn has come
    And the wine will run
    And the song must be sung
    And the flowers are melting
    In the sun

    I feel I want to be up on the roof
    I feel I gotta get up on the roof
    Up, up on the roof
    Up, up on the roof

    Oh the dawn has come
    And the song must be sung
    And the flowers are melting
    What kind of language is this?

    What kind of language is this?
    I can't hear a word you're saying
    Tell me what are you singing
    In the sun

    All of the birds are laughing
    All of the birds are laughing
    Come on let's all join in
    Come on let's all join in

    I want to be up on the roof
    I've gotta be up on the roof
    Up, up high on the roof
    Up, up on the roof
    In the sun Writer/s: KATE BUSH
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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