High Frontier
by Lynn Maudlin, © Moonbird Music Co. 2003
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Build me a silvery bird – I’ll fly her straight through the blue
Riding a column of fire – I’ll be the hands and eyes and ears for all of you
Give me a far horizon – I’ll fly the curve of the earth
And I will measure the starfields
and calculate their height and depth and length and girth
I need a high frontier – I need the room to soar
I long to walk in space, in time – God built me to explore
Don’t talk to me about danger, of flaming wreckage from the sky
I have considered the risks, counted the costs,
and I have made peace; I’m not afraid to die
I need a high frontier – I need the room to soar
I long to walk in space, in time – God built me to explore
One morning high above Texas – while moving faster than sound
Lightning and fire consumed us and, burning still, we fell to ground
So this I ask as a tribute: let other dreamers fly
Build them better and strong; let them know it’s not in vain that we died
We need a high frontier – We need the room to soar
We long to walk in space, in time – because God built us to explore
Build me a silvery bird—
Build me a silvery bird—
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