Donkey's Year - Linda Lewis

B is for brown

And I got down

My sleeping sound

For donkey’s years

B is for blue

My eyes are new

My song is true

For donkey’s years

Then I’m gonna pick up my wings

And gonna fly

Singing my song of love, and gonna try

Try to be smiling, smiling all the while

G is for green

The trees have been that way it seems

For donkey’s years

G is for gold

The leaves turn old

The nights are cold

For donkey’s years

Then I’m gonna pack up all my travels

Gonna fly

Laugh at my hubble bubble, gonna try

Try to be smiley, smiley all the while

Fly me to the sun

The golden sands and sea

Mm, mm, fly me to the sun

Won’t you come with me

Mm, won’t you come with me?

Won’t you come with me?