Icarus and Daedalus

Dark sea is below,
bright heaven waits above.
I feel the sun's great glow.
I hear him say?ng,
"By Apollo, no!
Not too high!
Take care,
my son!"
But, oh,
these precious waxen wings
so open up
the sky!
I understand
the glory of soaring
I know
why
we burn to fly!

We burn to fly.
Why,
I know
the glory of soaring.
I understand
the sky.
So, open up
these precious waxen wings,
but, oh,
my son,
take care!
Not too high..
By Apollo, no!
I hear him saying
"I feel the sun's great glow.
Bright heaven waits above,
dark sea is below.