Wholey Earth - Frank Morgan

Oh, the wholly earth’s a mural

Seen from way up high

Abstracted, natural, bas relief

Witnessed from the sky

Clouds are just a single shadow

Drifting, moving on the ground

Creating an illusion, as the world goes round

Places where the folks inhabit at a geometric grace

Circles sprout, sometimes triangle

Ooh, with lines in space

Water ways and craggy mountains

Seemingly reveal the plan

Just as if somebody drew it

With a great, big, giant hand

Life’s a repetition, it’s an action of repeat

Act of doing, act of saying

Something bitter, something sweet

Acts of lif that keeps occurring

Ghosts appearing through the sound

Waving at us from a distance

Just th whole world is round

And round, and round, and round…

Yes, the whole wide world is round

Generations generating, bring the people here en masse

Living in a world of everybody’s second class

Forming, moving in a circle

Ghosts appearing through the sound

Waving at us from the distance

'Cause the whole wide world is round

And round, and round, and round…

Yes, the whole wide world is round

People leave the forest, leave our memory behind

A truth done, axis written, axis pressed up on our mind

Forming, moving in a circle

Ghosts appearing through the sound

Waving at us from the distance

'Cause the whole wide world is round

And round, and round, and round…

Yes, the whole wide world is round