Amelia Boundless

Rhythmic musical drone reminiscence
of an Amelia’s aircraft engine

Wings hum beneath the endless light,
Metal sings in harmony with sky,
The clouds, they churn like beasts below,
The wind it whispers, soft and low,

Chorus:
I’m part of this world, and I cut through the air,
Colors and animals, they meet me there,
From emerald jungles to the desert’s sigh,
I grip the yoke, and I still fly high.

Flying machine, craft, a dream it’s Real !
Flying flying flying float float
[instrumental]
Flying machine, craft, a dream it’s Real !
Flying flying flying float float
[instrumental]

The ocean’s breath, it pulls me near,
Silver and green, a vast frontier,
Birds in the sky, they glide beside,
In this machine, I come alive.

Flying machine, craft, a dream it’s Real !
Flying flying flying float float
[instrumental]

Chorus:
I’m part of this world, and I cut through the air,
Colors and animals, they meet me there,
From emerald jungles to the desert’s sigh,
I grip the yoke, and I still fly high.

Flying flying flying float float
[instrumental]