The white ducks fly
All past the sun
Their wings flap silver at the moon
While waters rush down the mountaintops
My [?] plays circus tunes
I dance to the wonders of your feet
And I sing to the joy of your knees
The cold white dress on the mountain crest
[?] the frozen tree
The maple-[?] in the sky
It seems to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering [?] [?]
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh
For your hair is so fine
In startled reeds
Of playground grass
A child jumps rope to [?]
Reeds and grass
The marching drum
They make a joyous sound
She bends low with lust and love
And falls [?] on the ground
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the Earth is love
Camper Van Beethoven - Porpoise Mouth Lyrics
Camper Van Beethoven - Porpoise Mouth Lyrics
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The white ducks fly
All past the sun
Their wings flap silver at the moon
While waters rush down the mountaintops
My [?] plays circus tunes
I dance to the wonders of your feet
And I sing to the joy of your knees
The cold white dress on the mountain crest
[?] the frozen tree
The maple-[?] in the sky
It seems to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering [?] [?]
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh
For your hair is so fine
In startled reeds
Of playground grass
A child jumps rope to [?]
Reeds and grass
The marching drum
They make a joyous sound
She bends low with lust and love
And falls [?] on the ground
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the Earth is love
All past the sun
Their wings flap silver at the moon
While waters rush down the mountaintops
My [?] plays circus tunes
I dance to the wonders of your feet
And I sing to the joy of your knees
The cold white dress on the mountain crest
[?] the frozen tree
The maple-[?] in the sky
It seems to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering [?] [?]
I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh
For your hair is so fine
In startled reeds
Of playground grass
A child jumps rope to [?]
Reeds and grass
The marching drum
They make a joyous sound
She bends low with lust and love
And falls [?] on the ground
I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the Earth is love