Looking High, High, High Songtext
von David Hughes
Looking High, High, High Songtext
Looking high, high, high, looking low, low, low
Wondering why, why, why did she go, go, go?
For if I, I, I don′t find my love, I know
I shall die, die, die, 'cause I love her so
I once had a love and oh
I loved her very dearly
She told me she loved me so
I thought she spoke sincerely
But one day, away
I found that she had flown
So off to find that love of mine
I set alone
Looking high, high, high, looking low, low, low
Wondering why, why, why did she go, go, go?
For if I, I, I don′t find my love, I know
I shall die, die, die, 'cause I love her so
Due east over desert sands
Due west where grass is greener
I asked in a dozen lands
But none had ever seen her
It was clear, I fear
My quest was all in vain
So I departed, sad at heart
For home again
But when I arrived, all brown
And tanned by wind and weather
You sure could have knocked me down
With the proverbial feather
She stood there, so fair
And sweetly she confessed
That she'd been wrong and all along
She′d loved me best
I′d looked high, high, high, I'd looked low, low, low
Wondering why, why, why did she go, go, go?
But now I, I, I have found my love, I know
Till I die, die, die, I shall love her so
Wondering why, why, why did she go, go, go?
For if I, I, I don′t find my love, I know
I shall die, die, die, 'cause I love her so
I once had a love and oh
I loved her very dearly
She told me she loved me so
I thought she spoke sincerely
But one day, away
I found that she had flown
So off to find that love of mine
I set alone
Looking high, high, high, looking low, low, low
Wondering why, why, why did she go, go, go?
For if I, I, I don′t find my love, I know
I shall die, die, die, 'cause I love her so
Due east over desert sands
Due west where grass is greener
I asked in a dozen lands
But none had ever seen her
It was clear, I fear
My quest was all in vain
So I departed, sad at heart
For home again
But when I arrived, all brown
And tanned by wind and weather
You sure could have knocked me down
With the proverbial feather
She stood there, so fair
And sweetly she confessed
That she'd been wrong and all along
She′d loved me best
I′d looked high, high, high, I'd looked low, low, low
Wondering why, why, why did she go, go, go?
But now I, I, I have found my love, I know
Till I die, die, die, I shall love her so
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