It would have made more sense
Had the locks been undone
But the height of the fence
Resisted the direction begun.
So the height was evaluated
Prospects were gathered
Witnesses were brought in
And a document was then signed.
Reduced then to tears
The paper found it’s owner
Lost in a myriad of fears
And a tall, tall fence to get over.
With my soul that’s been flying
I’ve gone over the mountains
Swept little known secrets
Into every day dealings
And with two birds singing
I’ve heard excellent ringing
My mind isn’t reeling
And I’ve come to believe in
What an effort can do then
Like a hand out of water
And heights I’ve been feeling
With my soul that’s been flying.