Lyrics

In December, in Carolina, in nineteen hundred three
I saw the brothers from Ohio, set loose their flying machine
well my name is John T. Daniels, I come from Kill Devil Hill
to bear witness to the take off, and I can see them soaring still

Glory Glory, Hallelujah, Man was made to fly
Glory Glory, Hallelujah, Man up in the sky

There was a coin toss, Orville had lost, so Wilbur set to try
We pulled the flyer from the hanger, and turned to face the sky
I remember seeing Orville, shake his brother's hand
Then Wilbur, he did lie down, and become the flying man

Glory Glory, Hallelujah, Man was made to fly
Glory Glory, Hallelujah, Man up in the sky


In December, in Carolina, in nineteen hundred three
I saw the brothers from Ohio set loose their flying machine
and when I'm feeling tired and heavy, when the chains around me ring
I see my photo of the flyer, and I raise my head and sing

Glory Glory, Hallelujah, Man was made to fly
Glory Glory, Hallelujah, Man up in the sky