Where Is Donna Jones

My feet are yearning for dance, Wishing to roll like cone on its tip; My hands too,wishing to swing Like eagle taking a flight; I wish to wind my waist, Like Tilapia on a gaiety mission. But where is sparrow? Where has nightingale gone to? Please come back sparrow, Come now nightingale, Come and sing me your sweet songs; My feet are yearning for dance. Your songs are my first aid, Like mouth to mouth respiration, They ignite and awaken my nerves ; And when I hear your lyric, Like angels in morning service, My feet yearn for dance. My feet are yearning for dance, Wishing to roll like a cone on its tip; My hands are yearning to swing, Like eagle taking a flight; I wish to wind my waist, Like a Tilapia on a gaiety mission; But where is sparrow and nightingale? I say where is my Donna Jones?