Testo Flying Down To Rio Rudy Vallee
How high is the sky?
How many times a day, do I think of you?
How many roses, are sprinkled with dew?
How far would I travel.
To be where you are?
How far is the journey,
>From here to a star?
And if I ever lost you,
How much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean,
How high is the sky?
