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Where Flamingoes Fly

Go for a ride, there's the still of all the night
And morning brings forth, all this wonderful delight
Couldn't have made it more plain
When I hear that soft refrain and I hear you gently sigh

Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over yonder in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingos fly

Lie in the dark with the sound of the nightingale
And listen for lark, I will tell you a tale
Breeze is blowin', blowin' outside
Wanna take that moonlight ride, when I hear you gently sigh

Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over yonder, yeah in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingos fly

Well we're here and we're waiting
For that morning light to shine
And I'm looking at you, looking at me, looking right back at you
And I'm anticipating

Sounds along the way
Looking at you, looking at me, looking right back at you, hey
I'll follow the road

That will take me, take me right back home
And carry that load
Where the deer and the provincial angels roam
Happiness touches, touches me now
I know where it came from and how

When I hear you gently sigh
Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over yonder in the clear blue sky

That's where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over the rooftops of the houses
I heard it one time, I heard it one time in a lullaby
I heard it one time, I heard it one time in a lullaby

Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere way over the rooftops of the houses
Heard it one time in a lullaby
Heard it one time, heard it one time in a lullaby

Source: Musixmatch
Original Writers: Elthea Peale, John Benson Brooks & Harold Courlander

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While I am getting ready to write this story, I noticed that the Bella Donna Strega had left me a little note saying:
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