Girl On a Bicycle

Hey little girl on the bicycle, wheels spin like they're riding on air. Hey little girl on the bicycle, wheels flash like the sun in her hair. And the wheels go round but the bike has stopped moving Trees on the river move by her. Hey little girl on the bicycle, sun blaze in her hair like a flame, And the river's reflecting her bicycle, and the reeds whisper her name, And the wheels go round but the bike has stopped moving, Trees on the river move by her. Hey little girl on the bicycle, dressed in white, the trees were in green. Sparkling cycling bicycle that moves through the trees like a dream And the wheels go round and the trees have stopped moving Suddenly she is gone. --- Girl on a Bicycle - Ralph McTell