Flying, flying, flying,
a flying we shall go,
like birds that dance upon the air
without a thought without a care,
with children's hearts
and dreams that grow,
we'll skirt the clouds
as up we go,
a flying, flying, flying,
a flying we shall go,
a flying, flying, flying,
a flying we shall go.

Slash that strap
and button up,
a flying we shall go.
Above the clouds
on our balloon,
above the rain and snow.
Where worries flee
and matter not,
where time slows to a crawl.
Where earth looks like a checkerboard
and people insect-small.
We'll shed our mask
and smile a bit,
forget our daily woes,
as up above the clouds we sail.
A flying we shall go.

A flying, flying, flying,
a flying we shall go,
a flying, flying, flying,
a flying we shall go.