When I was a you ng m an, I found an ol d dream
It was as battered and wo rn a one, as you have ever s een
I invented so me new wings, and I painted a n ose
I wished so ha rd, up in the ai r, I r o-o-os e, singing
Carry me, carry me, ca rry me, above the wor ld
Carry me, carry me, ca rry me
And I once loved a girl, she was younger than m e
Her parents kept her lo cked, up in their lives
And she was cr ying, she was wishing she co uld be free
Of course I mo stly remember her laughing
Standing there and watching us p lay
For a while the n, the mu sic, would t ake her away and she 'd be singing
Carry me, carry me, ca rry me, above this wor ld
Carry me, carry me, ca rry me, above the wor ld
Then there was my mother, she was lying in white sheets there
And she was w aiting to die
She said if you just reach underneath this bed, and unti e these weights
I could su rely fly
She's still smiling bu t she's tired
She'd like to hear that l ast bell ring
You know if she still could she would, sta nd up, s he would si ng
Carry me, carry me, ca rry me, above the wor ld
Carry me, carry me, oo -ooh, oo -ooh, oo -ooh, oo -ooh, oo -ooh, oo -ooh, oo h