If up’s the word and the world grows greener, 
Minute by second and most by more. 
If death is the loser and life is the winner, 
And beggars are rich, but minstrels are poor. 
Let’s touch the sky, 
With a to and a fro and a hit there, where 
And away we go. 
And even the laziest creature among us 
A wisdom no knowledge can kill is astray. 
Now dull eyes are keen and now keen eyes are keener. 
For young is the year, for young is the year. 
Let’s touch the sky, 
With a great and a gay and this deep, deep rush 
Through amazing time. 
It’s brains without hearts have set saint against the sinner 
But the gain over gladness and joy and no care. 
Let’s do as an 
Earth which can never do wrong, does 
Minute by second and most by more. 
Let’s touch the sky, 
With a strange and a true and a climbing for 
And to far near blue. 
If beggars are rich and the robin will sing 
He’s robbing the song, but minstrels are poor. 
Let’s love until no one could quite be 
An young as the year is 
As living as 
I’m and as you. 
Let’s touch the sky, 
With a you and a me and an every who’s any, 
Who’s someone, who’s who.