De afspraak (met mijzelf) is dat de 1968-reeks wat muziek betreft per augustus eindigt. Het is heet hier in Nederland, bij wijze van pauze wat extra muziek vandaag en misschien ook verder. Deze was actueel eind mei ’68. Een van de vroege nummers waarin een hobo een hoofdrol speelt.
She makes me laugh, she makes me cry, with a twinkle of her eye
She flies like a bird in the sky
She flies like a bird and I wish that she was mine
She flies like a bird, oh me, oh my
I see her sigh
Now I know, I can’t let Maggie go
We walk here and we walk there
People stop and people stare
‘Cause she flies like a bird in the sky
She flies like a bird and I wish that she was mine
She flies like a bird, oh me, oh my
I see her sigh
Now I know, I can’t let Maggie go
(Oh) She flies like a bird in the sky
She flies like a bird and I wish that she was mine
She flies like a bird, oh me, oh my
I see her sigh
Now I know, I can’t let Maggie go
Oh yes, she flies like a bird in the sky
She flies like a bird and I wish that she was mine (Oh yes, I wish that she was mine)
She flies like a bird, oh me, oh my
I see her sigh
Now I know, I can’t let Maggie go
I can’t let Maggie go, Honeybus
