The High Llamas
Fly Baby, Fly
Fly baby, fly
Fly baby, fly
Fly baby, fly

With blue in the sweater
And red in the stone
It's pleading to better
Paste it up and take it home

Berry thinks the day is over
Fly baby, fly
Berry, bring the lights down lower
Fly baby, fly
All the way to Talahomi
Fly baby, fly

The public are grieving
As they head for the door
Look, they're up and they're leaving
Back to where they were before

The public are grieving
As they head for the door
Look, they're up and they're leaving
Back to where they were before