Neil: I only come again if you really applaud this next song, okay? Okay, it’s a deal. One, two, three, four.

Tonight we fly
Over the houses, the streets and the trees;
Over the dogs down below -
They’ll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze.
Tonight we fly
Over the chimney pots, skylights and slates,
Looking into all your lives
And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find.

Over the soldier,
Over the doctor,
Over the preacher,
Over the gambler,
Over the teacher,
Over the writer,
Over the lawyer,
Over the farmer,
Over the poacher,
Over the dancer,
Over the voyeur,
Over the builder
And the destroyer,
Over the hills
And far away.

Tonight we fly
Over the mountains,
The beach and the sea,
Over the friends that we’ve known
And those that we now know
And those whom we’ve yet to meet.
And when we die,
Oh! will we be that disappointed or sad?
If heaven doesn’t exist,
What will we have missed?
This life is the best
We’ve ever had.

Neil: Thank you. Goodnight.