The world's a nicer place in my beautiful balloon
It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon
We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky
For we can fly, we can fly
Up, up and away in my beautiful balloon
Come along with me and my family to the hot air balloon festival, and sit with my granddaughter and me as we watch. I promise that you'll be uplifted. You see, I've put the summer in these balloons, and now we will watch it fly away together. The breathless excitement, the color, the children running in fields, the smell of fresh cut grass, tall icy glasses of lemonade, all flying away for another year. But this is a very good flight, because we are here to see it, and to feel and smell the beauty of fall, and perhaps even dance in the leaves and drink hot cider. And because no matter where we may fly away to, we will always be found and loved.
If to heaven's heights I fly
you are still beside me
Or in death's dark shadows lie
you will stay close by me
If I flee on morning wings
far across the grey sea
even there your hand will lead
Your right hand will guide me.