I shall grow wings and learn to fly
So I may be the shepherd in the sky
The white clouds will be my sheep
And merrily the blue fields they'll sweep
My sheep shall look to the earth overhead
Where all sheep rain when they are dead
And in the wind my voice shall sing
From summer to autumn, from winter to spring

Those around me, hear me sigh
And wonder they of which and why
If only I could learn to fly
To be the shepherd in the sky.