Sunday, August 31, 2014

Song of Youth

Heigh-ho and over the clouds,
I'm living the life of the free;
Nor power, nor gold, nor the plaudits of crowds
Have any appeal for me.

I've flown with the wind to the summer's edge,
And returned on an icy blast,
I've stood above earth on its highest ledge,
And ridden a ship's top-mast.

I've filled my eyes with the rainbow's glow,
I live the life of the free;
With a wink of my eyes I come and go,
'Tis the wanderer's life for me.


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