Ken McLellan - Eagle

Eagle you fly across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
Nobody asks you where you are going
And nobody knows where you are from

Here is a man asking the questions
Is this realty then end of the world?
Eagle you must have known for a long time
The shape if things to come

Now you fly though the sky
never asking why
And you fly all around
Til somebody shoots you down

Eagle you fly across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
Nobody asks you where you are going
And nobody knows where you are from