Floating on the air
Never seemed to care
Worries have they none
See them drift upon the breeze
Dandelion seeds

Blow them and they're gone
Fly up to the sun
Come be with me
Where the air is always clean
Dandelion seeds

I tell the time for you
Twelve o'clock or noon,
It's still true
I know it's true

Up above the trees
Looking down on leaves
Birds fly by my side
People look up hopelessly
At dandelion seeds

Copyright: CARLIN AMERICA INC
Writer(s): TOM NEWMAN