High - Gloria Jones

Flowers blown on the wind at night

Lovers' prayer brings heart strings tight

My summer was blown to a winter’s throne

High, high, high

Riding fast on the path at night

Unaware of a lover’s right

To be gone and destroy your song

Oh, high, high, high

Oh Many changes my young life has seen, yeah

People feel that true love’s a dream

My faith was wrong

God will help me carry on High, high, high, oh I wanna take you a high, girl

I wanna take you a high, boy