Blowin' Away - Laura Nyro

You ole fire, I'm mad with desire, You're my favorite one.
You got me cooking with the fever, got me running for the sun.
Uh-huh, running for the sun, I feel so high, I feel like I may go
Blowing away, blow, blow, blowing.

My well meaner, my day fancy dreamer, oh, what can it be?
Well, it's something like a power, like a hold, and it's holding me.
Uh-huh, and it's holding me. I feel so high, I feel like I may go
Blowing away, blow, blow, blowing away. Blow, blow, blowing.

My long laster, my soft-hearted master ain't been born and bred.
But he's standing in my doorway in my mind, up above my, up above, up above my head.
Up above my head, up above my head, I feel so high, I feel like I may go blowing away,
Blowing away, blowing away, blowing away, blowing away...