Little Kite

Artist: Abie Rottenberg

Album: Journeys 2

The sky bright and clear, the wind's blowing strong,

Winter has past, now the sun's shining proud.

What a glorious day to send up a kite,

To dance and to soar high over the clouds.

Through the traffic and noise, I ran to the park,

An island surrounded with castles of stone.

With my kite and a spool of clear plastic like,

We journey together, along way from home.

Little kite tell me, for I cannot fly,

Can you see distant oceans and mountains so high?

But most of all tell me, for I cannot see,

Is there a G-d in heaven, does He know of me?

Lighter than air, my little kite flew,

Riding the wind like an angle in flight.

So far away now, just a speck in the sky,

Reaching the heavens it vanished from sight.

Little kite tell me, for I cannot fly,

Can you see distant oceans and mountains so high?

But most of all tell me, for I cannot see,

Is there a G-d in heaven, does He know of me?

Well someone passed by and looked at me strange,

He asked, "Wtcha doing on this day so fair?

Flying a kite, well how could that be:

Can't you see little boy, there's nothing up there."

Little kite tell me why I've been so blind,

Using my eyes, oh, in place of my mind?

For though I can't see you, I do understand,

You're tuggin' and pullin' the string in my hand.

You're tuggin' and pullin' the string in my hand.

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