Nothing Like The City

See the silhouettes.
It's a little book of silhouettes.
When you flip the pages, they move.
Look how nice!
This is you on skates
Turning pretty figure-eights
On the smooth, cool ice...

We are gliding,
Gliding on a pond.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
We are gliding,
Gliding far beyond.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Feel the wind
As you pirouette...
Are you happy yet?
Are you happy yet?

Your Mameh would tell you:
"Imagine you're fearless.
Imagine you're fearless
And soon, you won't fear!"
When I am afraid,
I imagine your Mameh.
She skates just ahead.
Can you see her?
She's here!

And we're...
Gliding,
Gliding far away.
Pirouettes,
Figure-eights,
Silver skates...
Just down the track.
Glide with me, little one.
Glide with your Tateh.
We'll never
Look back!

We are gliding,
Gliding far away.
Pirouettes,
Figure-eights,
Silver skates
Just down the track!
Glide with me, little one,
Glide with your Tateh.
We'll never
Look back!