Soar

03:34
Terry Mills
2010-06-10

Story

For my daughter, Jazz.    SOAR, BABY!

Lyrics

SOAR

 

Italian cream skin, olive green eyes

Gaugin model from the Polynesian isles

Sings with her soul, leads with her heart

Food box to go becomes a greeting card

 

            She keeps to the side that’s sunny

            She’s not bent to melancholy woes

            And there’s been more times than once she’s   

            Kept my heart from turning cold

 

She’s my homing dove

She’s on the ground

She won’t stay down

 

            She keeps to the side that’s sunny

            She’s not bent to melancholy

            And there’s been more times than once she’s   

            Kept my heart from turning cold

 

She lifts her wings; she waves goodbye

She’s gonna try for more

Not just to fly, but soar.