My soul doth fly.
On the wind it glides,
Dipping and diving and soaring
On the crest of life's storm.

My soul doth fly.
Its chains are broken at long last
And like an eagle my soul
Soars on the wings of clouds.

My soul doth fly.
It screams and shouts its freedom
From the heights of joy and sorrow
To the heart of the fires of love.

My soul doth fly.
But what is this?
A silver thread tying me
To my dearest love.

My soul doth fly.
It knows no earthly bonds but one.
I cannot break it
Nor do I wish to try.

My soul is like a kite,
Tied by its string to my true love's heart,
And with this last connection,
My soul doth fly, my soul doth fly.