off into outer space you go my friendsnwe wish you bon voyagenand when you get there we will welcome you againnand still you'll wonder at it allnsee all the wonders that you leave behindnthe wonders humble people ownnI know a boy from a tribe so primitivenhe can call me up without no telephonensee all the wonders that you leave behindnenshrined in some great hourglassnthe noble tongues, the noble languagesnentombed in some great english classnoff into outer space you go my friendsnwe wish you bon voyagenand when you get there we will welcome you againnand still you'll wonder at it allnnan anthropologist he wrote a booknhe called it "myths of heaven"nhe's disappeared, his wife is all distraughtnan angel came and got himnhis hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true,nhis eys were lapis lazulinhe spoke in a language oh so primitiventhat he made sense to menoff into outer space you go my friendsnwe wish you bon voyagenand when you get there we will welcome you againnand still you'll wonder at it all