(Graeme Edge)
Blasting, billowing, bursting forth with the
Power of ten billion butterfly sneezes
Man, with his flaming fire, has conquered the wayward breezes
Climbing to tranquility far above the cloud
Conceiving the heaven clear of misty shroud
CHORUS
Higher and higher, now we've learned to play with fire
We go higher and higher and higher
Vast vision must improve our sight and perhaps at last we'll see
An end to our home's endless blight and the beginning of the Free
Climb to tranquility, finding its real worth
Conceiving the heavens flourishing on earth
CHORUS
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