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