if up's the word Lyrics

	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.

	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.

	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.

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