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RIDE MY SEE-SAW

By The Moody Blues

Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch,

There’s something inside that we need so much.

The sight of a touch or the scent of a sound,

Or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground.

The wonder of flowers to be covered and then

To burst up through tarmac to the sun again.

Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing -

To lie in a meadow and hear the grass sing.

To have all these things in our memories hall

And to use them to help us to find… Ha ha ha!