Time To Fly

Time to fly, time to cry.
Let me die, before you say your goodbyes.
Dry your eyes, for I am flying high.
I know it is not nearby, I shall probably see you in July.

I am glad I said 'hi', I am glad I try.
Do not ask me why, I do not want to lie.
I am gonna hit the sky, please do not sigh.
In me you can rely, in me you can not deny.

I am like Popeye, not like a rabbi.
Piece of chocolate pie, and I will be your ally.
Yellow ribbon please do tie,
For when I return, I know you will be all mine.