COME FLY WITH ME
Who can ever predict tomorrow
Has anyone seen the coming morn
Can someone ever be so sure
Of days, events and feelings unborn
Can one sense the storm within the breeze
See the rocks beneath the restless surf
Or be certain that joy will turn to sorrow
And pansies grow on neglected turf
But flowers bloom where trees do fall
And sailors prepare to brace the waves
Questing for unknown adventures
Not for them the hermits’ secure caves
Be not afraid, the freewheeling gull cries out
We’ll seek shelter when there’s a storm
Right now the sun shines in all its glory
And the whole world seems reborn
Come soar with me up to that soft cloud
And climb high towards its frothy top
Let’s wheel together in the warm updraft
And watch the world below us drop
At night we’ll huddle together
In the boughs of some fallen tree
As long as we care for each other
The storm will spare both you and me