Fly Girl Fly Over
I used to fly over
Keener than a whip
Cracking out noise
One more Lautoka trip.
One day we fly over
Back to New Zealand
Happy for a future
Snug in a gold band.
We often did fly over
To your sugar city
Then ‘We’ turned sour
But you knew no pity.
You calmly spat “fly OVER”
I fell screaming down
Tried to fix our broke wings
But you had long flown town.
We used to fly over
To work in Africa
And now I go alone
Am I still looking? Ja.
These fine days I fly over
Do hope for to meet
A girl that will love me
So long ‘n’ so sweet.
Stormy days I fly over
Carry on right through
Yet the mind it pauses
Says a prayer for you.
As I now fly over
Your Sydney so fair
Feel odd and kinda blue
Hope you’re ok there.
When I do fly over
Do you ever look high
Wonder if it’s me
Cutting up your sky?
But now I fly over
And remind myself
Could I fly back in time
I’d leave you on the shelf.
;~pikipikipoet 