Who rides the ships of the sky?
All of gray, and all of white
They drift weightlessly, they drift silently
Who rides the ships of the sky?
Great clippers and sail ships
They drift to shores along Heaven's Blue.
Who will ride the ships of the sky?
All of gray and and all of white
I look longingly, I look ponderously
Who will ride the ships of the sky?
Does The Captain look at me,
Cross the golden fields and rolling green
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