Little Fluffy Clouds (Live At Trekkoner Sunset Festival, Copenhagen / 1993)

Over the past few years To the traditional sounds of the English summer What were the skies like when you were young? They went on forever and they, when I, we lived in Arizona And the skies always had little fluffy clouds And they moved down, they were long and clear And there were lots of stars at night And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little You don't see that Layering different sounds on top of each other Layering different sounds on top of each other Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and What were the skies like when you were young? They went on forever and they, when I, we lived in Arizona And the skies always had little fluffy clouds And they moved down, they were long and clear And there were lots of stars at night And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little You don't see that Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and Little fluffy clouds and little fluffy clouds and When I, we lived in Arizona And the skies always had little fluffy clouds And they moved down, they were long and clear And there were lots of stars at night And when it would rain it would all turn, it, they were beautiful The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact The sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire And the clouds would catch the colors everywhere That's neat, 'cause I used to look at them all the time when I was little You don't see that, you might still see them in the desert The most beautiful skies as a matter of fact Purple and red, purple and red and yellow on fire And red and yellow on fire The clouds would catch the colors