My father was a farmer,
but his head was in the sky.
He worked every day but Sunday
till the day he died.
He prayed for rain and thunder,
and listened for the sound.
In the dryers he went under,
he never got off the ground.
We all dream when we're younger
that we will to great things.
Me, I used to have a hunger.
to wear a pilot's wings.
But the circles that I ran in
turned my head around,
and the planes I had my plans in
never got off the ground.
Don't raise your hopes;
you hear so many say
"The higher they get,
the closer they are to fly-ing away."
Fly high away!
Don't raise your hopes;
you hear so many say
"The higher they get,
the closer they are to fly-ing away."
They say they're but for fortune,
is the way it would have been
if we could take a bigger portion,
and fill our hands again.
You see them on the sidewalks
in the parks all over town;
those who've taken flight,
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