Somewhere, far beyond the sky, br Fledglings by the millions fly - br Testing wings and tasting winds, br Preparing for the foreign lands. br br Autumn will at last arrive. br Birds - and we - will just survive br All the travails of the sky, br Of the earth that passes by. br br Every breeze, each breath of air br Shall guide our wings to lands afar. br br Weep not, neither wait: br Wings and winds will guide br You to the southern gate, br Where in green meadows br You may joyfully reside br In white wings' shadows.