It was my son's birthday
He turned eight year old, my love
He asked me for a kite
So he could fly from high above
And the other toys and presents
He didn't look at or did not try
His kite meant everything to him,
But I really don't know why
And then, one certain morning,
He said
Papa, come with me
The wind is so relaxing
Yes, I'm going to the sea
In his one hand, he held his kite, in the other,
I did not know
He said, this is a letter, so she knows I miss her so
I wrote a letter to my mommy,
Who lives in the sky above the sea
This letter, I will tie to my own kite
In hope she'll receive it
I think she might
And if she would read that I love her so
Then I don't know where I should go
Well, I wrote a letter to mommy
Who lives in the sky above the sea
So he wrote a letter to my mommy
Who lives in the sky above the sea
This letter, he would tie to his own kite
In hope she'll receive it
I think she might
And if she would read that we miss her much
Then we cannot live without her touch
So he wrote a letter to mommy
Who lives in the sky above the sea