High

Over fildes of gold,
looking at the world.
The whole town's beautiful from up above.
From the point of the dove.

Through golden gates,
advanture begins.
And I just too sad that you're not with me.
Have this chance to look at all of this with me.

I've never done it to make you upset,
I'll never do it again.

High,
above in the sky,
where I can fly.
High,
I cannot deny,
for the joy I have of being high.

Through the grasses,
to flats of corn.
I can see blue rivers,
and rocks and stones.

Up – going up,
never stop.
Running away towards the sky.

High,
above in the sky,
where I can fly.
High,
I cannot deny,
for the joy I have of being high.

High,
above in the sky,
where I can fly.
High,
I cannot deny,
for the joy I have of being high.