Higher Than the Air

We're going away

To a big and bronze bay

If you with me

I'll send you that way

We'll see all the sites

While wind blows for kites

No need for a moon when

There are plenty of lights

We will be there

We will be there

Higher than the air

When we finally reach there

We'll wear a silk cloak

In a bed of white oak

If we ever get lonely

There are plenty fine folk

When joy and hunger intertwine

The food will no longer be mine

You're welcome to my plate

And to love divine

We will be there

We will be there

Higher than the air

When we finally reach there

How much it brings

More than for kings

There is nowhere to fall

Because we will have wings

We will be there

We will be there

Higher than the air

When we finally reach there