Living higher in the sky,
Where there isn't trials and troubles,
Unlike the world of today,
than the world of yesterday.
The morning dew drops,
here comes I praising my creator,
to aid in the hand of my predator.
Spreading of my wings,
in the midst of rings.
Gladly rovering with my mates
to the pasture of my makes.
Here comes we,
Living higher in the sky.