know a boy who ached to touch the sky
All his life he tried to rise
And through the years he made a solemn vow
To reach the light and bring it down
Oh the kiteman fly his kite so high far up in the sky at 
night
With string and dreams he sent his message high:
“if only I could likewise fly
I'd pass above the very stratosphere
Without a tear or care inside.”
Goodnight – and the wind in the kite
In the moonlight he rides, he rides
I know a boy who couldn't stand the ground
And always he was skyward bound
The saddest thing is he's up there now
But all he says is he wants to come down
Oh the kiteman fly his kite so high way up in the sky
“I want to come down now”