We’re walking in the air

She was born in Glasgow

We’re floating in the moonlight sky

She always made a lot of noise

The people far below are sleeping as we fly

She used to crash and bang with all her little toys

I’m holding very tight

She’s showing signs of rhythm

I’m riding in the midnight gloom

Screeching on the violin

I’m finding I can fly high so high above with you

Shrieking round the house, she’s started to sing

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All across the world

At school she did excel

The villages go by like trees

But not at maths and ‘rithmetic

The rivers and the hills the forests and trees

Miss Jackson took her on and made her sing some songs

Children gaze open mouthed

Katisha she became

Taken by surprise

Mum and dad were proud

Nobody down below believes their eyes

Then to study music, she was allowed

We’re surfing in the air

She went to London town

We’re swimming in the frozen sky

And learnt to make some very strange sounds

We’re drifting over mighty mountains floating by

Will she ever get a proper job they frowned!

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Suddenly, swooping low, on an open sea

Suddenly, there she was, on an open stage

Counting all the mighty monsters from the sea

Singing, acting, making music, having fun

We’re walking in the air

She was in Finsbury Park

We’re dancing in the midnight stars

Making music with Herbie Clarke

And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly

Through all her 50 years she brings a lively spark!