I’ll soon go up to the heights again, to the winking stars
and the sky,
For I have got a rocket-ship and the sharpness of my eye,
And my whole mind and my soul’s song, and the light steel streaming,
And the glad aim to the great goal of my boyhood’s dreaming.

I’ll soon go up to the heights again, for the passion of my pride
Is a sure thing and a strong thing that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a clear day with no wild winds shearing,
And the scientists in their clean rooms, all alert and cheering.

I’ll soon go up to the heights again, to the free and open space
Where the real man and the true man expands his worldly place.
And all I ask is a challenge hard that asks of me to love it
And strangest sights to keep alive my grown-up dream above it.