Standing on the front porch
Looking over the sea
Waving our magic wands
My little sister and me
Making bubbles fly
Into the bubble sky
Wishing we could fly
Into the bubble sky
It was August and the light was low
Heard a seagull cry and a foghorn blow
Making bubbles fly
Into the bubble sky
Wishing we could fly
Into the bubble sky
Over the beach
Across the green Atlantic we reach
Maybe we’ll make it to Russia
Maybe we’ll make it to China
Maybe we’ll make it to heaven
Or the moon
Making bubbles fly
Into the bubble sky
Wishing we could fly
Into the bubble sky
Over the beach
Across the green Atlantic we reach
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