My father was a farmerBut his head was in the skyHe worked everyday but Sunday'Til the day he diedHe prayed for rain and thunderAnd listened for the soundIn the dry years he went underHe never got off the groundWe all dream when we're youngerThat we will do great thingsMe, I used to have a hungerTo wear a pilot's wingsBut the circle's that I ran inTurned my head aroundAnd the planes I had my plans inNever got off the groundDon't raise your hopesYou hear so many sayThe higher they getThe closer they are to flying awayFly away..Don't raise your hopesYou hear so many sayThe higher they getThe closer they are to flying awayThey say there but for fortuneIs the way it would have beenIf we could take a bigger portionWe'd fill our hands againYou see them on the sidewalksIn the parks all over townThose who've taken flightNever got off the ground
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Alison Maria Krauss (Decatur, Illinois; 23 de julio de 1971) es una cantante de bluegrass-country, violinista y productora musical estadounidense. Debutó en la industria musical a una edad temprana, compitiendo en concursos locales a la edad de 8 años y…
