| I’m hearing the light from the window | 
| I’m seeing the sound of the sea | 
| My feet have come loose from their moorings | 
| And I’m feeling quite wonderfully free | 
| And I think I will travel to Rio | 
| Using the music for flight | 
| There’s nothing I know of in Rio | 
| But it’s something to do with the night | 
| And it’s only a whimsical notion | 
| To fly down to Rio tonight | 
| I probably won’t fly down to Rio | 
| But then again I just might | 
| There’s wings to the thought behind fancy | 
| There’s wings to the thought behind play | 
| And dancing to rhythm of laughter | 
| Makes laughter the rhythm of rain | 
| And I think I will travel to Rio | 
| Using the music for flight | 
| There’s nothing I know of in Rio | 
| But it’s something to do with the night | 
| And it’s only a whimsical notion | 
| To fly down to Rio tonight | 
| I probably won’t fly down to Rio | 
| But then again I just might | 
| I feel such a sense of well-being | 
| The problems have come to be solved | 
| And what I thought was proper in battle | 
| I see now was proper for love | 
| And I think I will travel to Rio | 
| Using the music for flight | 
| There’s nothing I know of in Rio | 
| But it’s something to do with the night | 
| And it’s only a whimsical notion | 
| To fly down to Rio tonight | 
| I probably won’t fly down to Rio | 
| But then again I just might | 
| And I think I will travel to Rio | 
| Using the music for flight | 
| There’s nothing I know of in Rio | 
| But it’s something to do with the night | 
| And it’s only a whimsical notion | 
| To fly down to Rio tonight | 
| I probably won’t fly down to Rio | 
| But then again I just might |