the earth seems far away
and the clouds so close
and you stretch your arms to them [bad word] as near to flying as man has got to yet
except in dreams

you are a part of nature
your heart is throbbing against hers
her glorious arms are round you
raising you up against her heart

the voices of the air are singing to you
your spirit is at one with hers
your limbs grow light
you are no longer the slow
plodding puny thing of clay
creeping tortuously upon the ground
the voices of the air are singing to you
your spirit is at one with hers
your limbs grow light [bad word] as near to flying as man has got to yet
except in dreams