A busy young salesman Goes from door to door Selling magic umbrellas See such wondrous sights! But no one believed him Not a single word he said He knocked on all the doors But no one answered him This left the man depressed For no one bought an umbrella from him
Then one day it rained So the man used his umbrella But oh it had some holes And rain water poured over him This left the man in the cold He's all alone in the world And people doubt his umbrellas They doubt its magic
No one wants his umbrellas There's no such thing as... Magic
So the man found his way to the top... Of a forty foot building... As he gazed upon the city The people look to him... He's determined to show them all. He will prove his umbrellas are magic. With a firm resolve And a strong clear voice He shouted out his... Sales pitch
Float up to the sky above you It's a real birds eye view See comets and shooting stars Come and lay on the silver clouds Come with me Let us bask in the great sun Radiant light that warms our souls Take my hands we shall reach the heavens Let us walk the ethereal fields
Everything stood still The city was silent Did the umbrella work? Everyone was lost for words But the salesman did in fact... Touch the ground and felt the sky Then the people took each an umbrella And left the money on the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
