Fly, fly, fly! I will fly, fly, fly!
I have chased the wind
And  danced the sky,
| On silvered wings to the
| laughter silvered
sun I've climbed.
And with the clouds in tumbling mirth,
I have slipped the surly bonds of earth.
Higher and higher am I.
And with these wings I fly!

Up, up the long and burning blue,
Where never lark nor eagle ever flew,,
Hovering in the silence.
Ascend, oh my soul, on the wings of the wind as it blows
| on the wings of a song,
| Up from the struggle and pain, 
Reaching to rise and reaching to fly again!
Fly, fly, fly! I will fly, fly, fly!
I have chased the wind
And  danced the sky,
| On silvered wings to the
| laughter silvered
sun I've climbed.
And with the clouds in tumbling mirth,
I have slipped the surly bonds of earth.
Higher and higher am I.
And with these wings I fly!
And with these wings I rise and fly!