Country Solo #34 Табы

Round and round and round we go
Sky above and earth below
To oversee the country, just hold on

Here’s our house and the playground
A memory of things to come
Listen to me, when you think it’s gone

Whatever comes of this
Tomorrow never knows
I’m far away and close
On your radio in a song that goes

We’re floating over waving hands
Slow rivers, flattest land
Hear what can be heard there on the ground

Bells are ringing, choirs singing
People bringing praise in churches
Listen to us, we believe in sound

Whatever comes of this
Tomorrow never knows
I’m far away and close
On your radio in a song that goes

Round and round
In cities and through towns
It all comes down to airwaves filled with sound

Whatever comes of this
Tomorrow never knows
I’m far away and close
On your radio in a song that goes