Up on the skyline of all our tomorrows

Spring forth your dreams where they ought to belong

They`re in ther with angels, They`re guiding you gently

Changing their patterns as you`re carried, we`re carried along

 

You`re looking this way and I`m looking that way

Somedays the way disappears out of view

Somedays the wind blows, Somedays the rain falls

The suns always shining in the place, in the place we belong.