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The Stars Are Ours

Words © by Elizabeth Burnham
Music traditional.

Old are the legends told to us about man's yearning for wings
The sky's empty, blazing blue calls us upward to higher things.
"Follow the path of the birds' flight, leave your safe little nest,
Soar ever more higher. There will your spirit find rest."

Swift to their call came men's answer. Many the bold pioneers
Strove to give wings to their children, pushed on despite all their fears.
From Kitty Hawk's fragile beginnings to the massive thundering jets,
We stand on the shoulders of giants; their spirits are guiding us yet.

Black velvet the night, flecked with jewel-like stars
The winds of space whisper, "Fly on, the stars are ours!"

And now one more barrier's broken, the shuttle flies high and soars free.
We've ships and space stations in progress to benefit humanity.
But nothing's been given us freely, we've paid with the lives that were lost.
All the brave men and women who knew space was well worth the cost.

Black velvet the night, flecked with jewel-like stars
The winds of space whisper, "Fly on, the stars are ours!"

The time's not here yet, but it's coming when the brightest and best of our race
Will take one small step off this planet and boldly stride out into space.
And the souls of the dreamers and planners, the adventurers, too
Will be watching and cheering them onward as they reach for an old dream--come true!

Black velvet the night, flecked with jewel-like stars
The winds of space whisper, "Fly on, the stars are ours!"