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; A 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 becomes 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...