Skinny Lister Kite Song
The racing, the chasing
You're at your best when you're running wild
Our breath in the cold air
Pointing out pictures in the clouds rolling by
To run through the hills
Flying kites from breezy heights
And despite the winter chill
We'll be warm in each other's company
There is no truer melody
Than your laughter
And running for cover
The sky it blackens
Across the moor
Then later find ourselves
Skimming stones down by the shore
To run through the hills
Flying kites from breezy heights
And despite the winter chill
We'll be warm in each other's company
There is no truer melody
Than your laughter
Wind blow up and go
Storm carry us home
Wind blow up and go
Storm carry us home
Wind blow up and go
Storm carry us home
Wind blow up and go
Storm carry us home