"Is it lasting?", and in asking, the sphere becomes a line A dotted line, and to follow it, you must make a jump each time A dotted page, a dotted hillside, a blast of dots A blind reader and a flock of sheep and a blast of trumpet shots Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All that blue is, is one more colour now A basket of apples by the back door beneath the sweater pegs The autumn leaves lift along the street a pair of dancing legs Same as the vendor who likes to sing as loudly as he can And all he says is, "It suits me fine, that's the way I am" Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All that blue is, is one more colour now I've seen this thing you won't believe Why, it's big, bigger than the biggest trees High as the mountains, wide as the widest skies And that's both sides Well, at least as big as me Speak a little softer, and work a little louder, shoot less with more care And sing a little sweeter, and love a little longer, and soon you will be there Here All we have here is sky All the sky is, is blue All that blue is, is one more colour One more colour One more colour now These are some reasons, the same as the seasons, they hold and then they fly The goatless ledge 'neath the honkless geese in the speckless sky The speckless sky I hear you I hear you I hear you