Oh we're floating, west and east, we go floating, free and released from the hands that gave us flight, hands too little to hold on tight, now we float forever in and out of sight.
It wasn't so much the music, or the rain that started to fall. The miracle part of Woodstock, was that peace could happen at all. Peace could happen at all! Heard they tried it again, but me and my string feel you can't relive a one-time thing.
So we're floating (floating!), south and north, we go floating (floating!), backwards and forth, 'cause of hands that gave us flight, hands too little to hold on tight, now we float forever, in and out of sight!
At Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show, where the child is noisy and wild, I bobbled above the grand stand, from the sticky hand of a child. When Bill waved to the crowd, twas fine fun until, that small hand that held me waved to Bill. He waved to Bill!
Now we're floating (Floating!), west and east, we go floating (Floating!), free and released from the hands that gave us flight, hands too little to hold on tight, now we float forever in and out of sight.
The circuses, fairs, and boardwalks, and all the special places we've been; we all have our tales to tell you, and all the time in the world to tell them in!
So come floating (Floating!), east and west, it's like walking (Floating!) after the best. Come and join our endless flight from hands too little to hold on tight! Now we float forever, in and out of sight! Float with us forever, in and out of sight!
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