The vast field of blue
as the wind whistles thru the clearing
as everything becomes true
it's the eagle's crys im hearing
Flying in the sky with reason
I admire the span of the wing
the eagles cryin for the season
then the eagle begins to sing
as it soars thru the mountains
with a sense of peacefulness
As we see its reflection in the fountains
with us feeling its heavenly bliss
while the bald eagle crys for us
as it flys without fear
we feel its unrelenting tyranny
thus its the eagles heart we hear
its the bird of love
but not the bald beagle
With wings like a dove
it is the wings of the eagle
