Donna The Buffalo Sailing
Outside in the middle of a field
I can hold a finger high in the air
Under the sky in the middle of it all
I can feel the wind blow the same for us all
In the middle there's a lot to know
In the middle there's a lot to see
Of a world that can be so cold
Of a world with a heart of gold
Chorus:
Sailing, Sailing
Sailing, Sailing
So many ways the world does live
So many ways the world does give
So many ways the world does make
So many ways the world does take
So many different lives the world does live
So many rivers the world must cross
So many tears the world does stream
So many eyes the world to see
