You lay by my side
in the still of the night.
Let morning bring forth all of its wondrous,
wondrous light.
You couldn't have made it,
made it more plain.
When I hear that,
hear that soft refrain,
and I hear you gently sigh.
I want to take you where flamingos fly.
Flamingos fly.
Way over yonder in the clear blue skies where flamingos fly.
As
we lie in the dark
and hear the sweet sound of all the nightingale.
And we listen for a lark,
and I'm gonna tell you, babe,
we'll tell you a tale,
yeah.
With the soft wind blowing,
blowing outside.
Hey,
I want to take that moonlight ride,
and I hear you gently sigh,
babe.
I want to take you where flamingos fly.
Flamingos fly.
Way over yonder in the clear blue skies where flamingos fly.
And I'm silently waiting for that morning light to shine.
And I'm looking at you,
looking at me,
and I'm looking at you.
And I'm
anticipating each and every sign.
Yes, I'm looking at you,
looking at me,
looking at you,
looking at me,
looking back at you.
And I'll follow that road,
but that will take me,
take me back home to you, baby.
And I'll carry the load where the deer and the angels roam,
where happiness touches,
touches me now.
I don't know where it came from.
I don't know how.
And I, and I hear you gently sigh.
I want to take you where flamingos fly.
Way over yonder.
Way over yonder in the clear blue skies where flamingos fly.
Yeah, where flamingos fly.
Way over yonder.
Just you and I.
Clear blue skies, that's where flamingos fly.
Take me where flamingos fly.
I can't wait no longer.
I can't wait no longer.
I want to take you where flamingos fly.
Flamingos fly.
Way over yonder.
Come on, baby.
Come on, baby.
I want to take you there.
Way over yonder.
Way over yonder in the clear blue skies where flamingos fly.