The trees lay below me, much smaller from the sky.
The stars have always called me,
But they sing to me of glory when I fly.
Ooh... when I fly...
Ooh... when I fly...

I'm a warrior from my boyhood; and a dreamer in my prime;
man who's boyhood's over,
I realize my own smallness when I fly.
Ooh... when I fly...
Ooh... when I fly...

Now the stars, they are no closer as we thunder through the skies.
And my burdens, they are no lighter,
But the world [bad word] unbounded when I fly.
Aah... when I fly...
Ooh... when I fly...

Alone upon a mountain, tears in awe-filled eyes.
Bound to Earth by wolves and warriors,
I'll never again know the joy to fly.
Ooo... the joy to fly...
Ooh... if I could fly...