Oh, what the heck, second verse:
And our lives are just bubbles of time,
They're rainbow colored, and
They're shining in the sun.
They drift above the treetops now,
In danger if the breeze drops somehow,
And darling, that's all it would take,
And yet we threaten not to break.
And you know, we could be up here forever.
I've heard of birds that never touch the land,
But sleep on the winds,
And if untouched by someone's careless hand,
Asleep on the winds,
Our lives might last until the love begins.
So stay alive, and let me try as hard as you do,
To stay alive, please let me be as much alive as you.
Alive. Alive.
I made a tape of this song from the record years ago, and would play it when der Brucer and I were on long drives, usually to see my parents. Or on the return journey. It's one of our favorites.