6. The Magic January Song
(Plester, Biddulph)
She woke up on one whitewashed day
And the sky was grey
You couldn’t see her anyway
For the morning cloud
She woke up in her singing
Through the fog she heard
The seeds of a new tune begin
She started whistling
A little slice of sun
A song she knew quite well
It blew away the snow cloud
Back in the morning spell
She pulled on her favorite jeans
Heard the birds sing again
In the morning
A bit of blue is all she needs
In the morning
Sing the magic January song now
Promises that nothing can go wrong now
Everything is fine
She knows the sky is blue
Up above these whitewashed days
She knows that dreams come true
If sheets of ice are splitting down, splitting down
In between your soul and you
Up above these whitewashed days
Melted dreams, they come true
Bah bah bah, sing yr magic song
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