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 of those who see me, 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