(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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