I
am the eagle, I live in high country
in
rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
I am the hawk, and there's blood on my feathers,
but time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
share in the freedom I feel when I fly.
I am the hawk, and there's blood on my feathers,
but time is still turning, they soon will be dry.
And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
share in the freedom I feel when I fly.
Come
dance with the west wind
and
touch on the mountain tops.
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars.
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
and all that we can be, and not what we are.
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars.
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
and all that we can be, and not what we are.
John
Denver, Aerie, 1972
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