You, you lift me high,

High on wings of love!

We fly while on our feet!

The sun we are above!

It streams up to the street

Of Paradise!

We fly and walk

And laugh and talk

In Eden we have framed.

Our thoughts are wings,

Our spirits sing,

We hover, free, untamed!

A happy kiss

We never miss,

For we are not ashamed!

Not ashamed,

But proud to be—

Mister, Misses, Victory!