Find the shadows cast by rainbows. There, you’ll meet the sage Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage He can give you more direction than you’ve ever known Show you your bronzed baby shoes. Now, my how you have grown Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by But peace won’t be still of its own free will Say you want to go exploring, you got to find some truth You can’t stand one more day of Christians shouting down at you You say you don’t dig politics—that never was your bag People who could run for office wave their private flags Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by But peace won’t be still of its own free will
Ain’t it nice to fly? You’re waving as soft clouds go by But peace won’t be still of its own free will