Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by Gloria Jones, 1976
Flowers blown on the wind at night.
Lovers' prayer brings heart strings tight.
My summer was blown to a winter's throne.
High, high, high.
Riding fast on the path at night.
Unaware of a lover's right.
To be gone and destroy your song.
Oh, high, high, high.
Oh.
Many changes my young life has seen, yeah.
People feel that true love's a dream.
My faith was wrong,
God will help me carry on.
High, high, high, oh.
I wanna take you a high, girl.
I wanna take you a high, boy.
[Repeat till fade...]
Writer(s): Marc Bolan
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