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Higher, higher, higher,
Flying high above me;
Slowly, slowly, slowly,
Like honey dripping down your chin,
All over your lips and down your chin.
And I would surely wait for hours,
Just to bury you in flowers.
Growin', growin', growin',
Sowin' seeds in your garden;
Summer, summer, summer,
Followed by fall, winter and spring,
And I'm tied up in everything.
And I would surely wait for hours,
Just to bury you in flowers.
People all just know how you will inform,
Will the world go on?
Yeah, the world will go on.
And I am going in, I need to say again:
The world will go on.
Yeah, the world will go on without me.
And I would surely wait for hours,
Just to bury you in flowers.
To gather a day, it's never too late,
And the world will go on.
Yeah, the world will go on.
Everything's the same, how we forget the pain.
The world will go on.
Yeah, the world will go on without me.
Yeah!
And I would surely wait for hours,
Just to bury you in flowers,
Just to bury you....
In flowers.
This variant was recorded by Celtic Connection (Higher, trk#1, 1999, Celtic Connection/CGC Promotions, Kilbride, NL, Recorded and mixed at Actual Music, Chapel Cove, NL).
