Grow, grow, grow
For it is the time to fly
Fly into the wide blue Sky
Away you will go, never
To return to me.
Away you will go
And the tears of joy
Will flow till the
Cleansing of my soul
Is clean and pure
As the snow that
Falls on a cool winters day
Upon the Mountainside.
To come back in Spring will
Be the joy of living again
For it is freedom of flying
Away from here I cry for.