Long ago in Warnerstone
A man he dreamed a singular scheme
Had no wish to join the fish
But inside I'd love to fly
Sat in bed and scratched his head
So absurd to fly like a bird
Time flew past until at last
Late one night he saw the light
Careful hands threw up the plans
Shapes and things like curious wings
Hieroglypics most prolifics
Numbered chalks with all of the pops
Now the work starts
Toiled through days on stretched and strained
Umpteen screws and nails too
Harness leathers and rainbow feathers
Hinges and joints that led him up far
With the golden throne beside
He saw that all the work was done
His face aglow
Ran up the road to wish that it would hold him still
Slowly up,then slowly down
Faster up,then faster down
Faster up,then faster down
Till at last with a swishing sound
He very gently left the ground
With a swishing sound
He very gently left the ground
Weary from his journey
Birdman set for homeward
Gliding through the sunset
He very gently floated down
Down to the ground
A man he dreamed a singular scheme
Had no wish to join the fish
But inside I'd love to fly
Sat in bed and scratched his head
So absurd to fly like a bird
Time flew past until at last
Late one night he saw the light
Careful hands threw up the plans
Shapes and things like curious wings
Hieroglypics most prolifics
Numbered chalks with all of the pops
Now the work starts
Toiled through days on stretched and strained
Umpteen screws and nails too
Harness leathers and rainbow feathers
Hinges and joints that led him up far
With the golden throne beside
He saw that all the work was done
His face aglow
Ran up the road to wish that it would hold him still
Slowly up,then slowly down
Faster up,then faster down
Faster up,then faster down
Till at last with a swishing sound
He very gently left the ground
With a swishing sound
He very gently left the ground
Weary from his journey
Birdman set for homeward
Gliding through the sunset
He very gently floated down
Down to the ground