Skyborne Havens

We built our hearths upon the wing

Above the grey and heavy ground

To hear the high-altitude engine sing And watch the clouds go spinning

round (ahhhh)

Steel and canvas, copper pipes and steam

Rising higher

than a dreamer's dream

We are the riders of the great airship fleet Where the wild

currents and the horizons meet Living on wings made of iron and

grace Drifting forever in the open space (ooh-ooh)

We tend the brass and oil the gears Suspended in the endless

blue

Forget the earth and all its fears With every sunrise born anew (ooh)

Wings of iron Grace in the sky

(higher and higher)