Fly away, Peter, fly away, Paul, before there's 
Nothing left to fly at all

Butterflies danced on invisible strings
Showing wings they borrowed from a rainbow
While a blackbird on high sang a praise to the sky
While a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain

Furry backed bees with a tireless drone
Never moan, they were happy to be working
And a grasshopper green could be heard but not seen
While a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain

Fly away, Peter, fly away, Paul, before there's 
Nothing left to fly at all
Take to the sky, higher than high, before the 
Silvery rain begins to fall

Nothing moves now but the swaying ripe corn
Not a dawn is greeted with a bird's song
There's a feather or two from a bird that once flew
'fore a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain

Fly away, Peter, fly away, Paul, before there's 
Nothing left to fly at all
Take to the sky, higher than high, before the 
Silvery rain begins to fall
Fly away, Peter, fly away, Paul, before there's 
Nothing left to fly at all
Take to the sky, higher than high, before the 
Silvery rain begins to fall
