The Wallace Collection - Fly me to the earth

^F#mWe live in plastic rooms and plastic ^Dhouses and plastic towns. ^EAnd even the sky is a ^Aplastic ceiling ^C#7painted blue. The ^F#mstreets with plastic trees are so un^Dreal, they bring you down. ^EAnd it sounds so plastic when ^C#7people say..

^F#mFly me to the earth ^Dwhere the grass is green.. and ^Dmbirds can be seen, that's ^AParadise.^{C#7 F#m}Fly me to the earth where the ^Dflowers grow.. and ^Dmwhere the rivers flow, that's ^C#7nice.

We ^F#mdress in plastic clothes, we go in ^Ddroves.. but where can we go' ^ELiving in the sky ^Ais not living ^C#7high..we ^F#mleave ^F#mthe land behind..its broken ^Dsky..I wonder why' ^EOh, some day we will turn to plastic and ^C#7surely

^F#mFly me to the earth ^Dwhere the grass is green.. and ^Dmbirds can be seen, that's ^AParadise.^{C#7 F#m}Fly me to the earth where the ^Dflowers grow.. and ^Dmwhere the rivers flow, that's ^C#7nice.

^F#mFly me to the earth ^Dwhere the grass is green.. and ^Dmbirds can be seen, that's ^AParadise.^{C#7 F#m}Fly me to the earth where the ^Dflowers grow.. and ^Dmwhere the rivers flow, that's ^C#7nice.

^F#mFly me to the earth ^Dwhere the grass is green.. and ^Dmbirds can be seen, that's ^AParadise.^{C#7 F#m}Fly me to the earth where the ^Dflowers grow.. and ^Dmwhere the rivers flow, that's ^C#7nice.