When I look up at the night,
I find that it is quite a sight.
I behold the heavens and stars so high,
and wish and wish that I could fly.
To see the heavens and stars so high.
But alas, I'm here, looking at the sky,
bathed in light,
from the moon of the night.
A kite of the sky I shall never be,
until death comes calling, and lets me free.
