Bobby Blue Bland Wishing Well
Well I'm standing at the wishing well, gazin' up at a
fallin' star
Well I'm standing at the wishin' well, gazing up at a
fallin' star
Well I wished I was an angel, so I can fly on wherever
you are
Well I can just see my pretty little self, floatin'
around up there all day long
Well I can just see my pretty little self, floatin'
around up there all day long
Well I can hear your sweet voice calling, fly on by
me, fly on a-home
Well baby
I know my flight will get a little rugged, but I'll
make it in on one wing and a prayer
Well I know my flight will get a little rugged, but
I'll make it in on one wing and a prayer
Well I can make it through any kind of weather, as
long as I know you'll be waiting there
Well
