It has ever been my dream to fly
Soaring, circling, like the birds on high
A dream my clumsy body did belie
A foolish dream, girl, they were apt to cry
Irregardless I pressed on to try
Rockets, gliders, aerostats yet I
Could not slip the bonds of Earth and fly
Now the Swan--my time is drawing nigh
Friends, lovers, children: all these will pass me by
Onni desperate--you don't need to cry
We both know that we'll meet by and by
But til then dear brother, here's goodbye
For at last I know how it feels to fly