if up's the word

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.