The sun and stars that float in the open air
The apple shaped earth and we upon it
Surely the drift of them is something grand
I do not know what it is, except that is grand
And that it is happiness.
The sun and stars that float in the open air
The apple shaped earth and we upon it
Surely the drift of them is something grand
I do not know what it is, except that is grand
And that it is happiness.