Diary I kept on days of
Fiery love was a kind of
Donory thing
Really my illness cause was
Loneliness. But I've met my fairy
Happily, I wrote about, my wintry past
My wintry past left behind and
Assurance... to live's bitterly
No need I felt to feed a greed
For sadness, to help to sow the seed
[Chorus:]
Excelsior! I fly higher! I love her!
I do adore her more and more!
Excelsior! I fly higher! Yes, I am her's!
I really love her more and more!
Early it was made start on folly which lied in it.
And I went ahead
And deed to change the course
Was a feat.
Really my illness cause was
Loneliness. Harry to be
To be free
[Chorus.]
