The eagle soars above the clouds . . . . . And I may walk in cities Where the wolf once had his fill . . . . . To turn the old to new And wipe our eyes
It went so well for you With a place right where you wanted And the ones to fill it to But something breaks the spell And it hits you every day Until
This time we run This time we hide This time we draw On all the fire we have inside We need some time To find a place Where I can wipe away The madness
If there's one great thing to happen in my life If there's one great day, if there's one great height Let it be the time for peace, let it be the time
Coming out into the day and all that I can see Is the red and white of the King's army I'll meet with them among the pine I'll meet with them by noon
In your fine green ware I will walk with you tonight In your raven hair I will find a Summer night Upon far flung soil I will run you through my head
What would you be if the waves set you free And the wind in your hair brought you sailing to me Tied up on the shore would you weary no more? When will
Long ago I beard a tale I never wilt forget The time was in the telling On the bank the scene was set The sky was rolling blindly on The daylight had
By color or by creed So why do some have streets of gold While others only need No, you cannot tell me There is pride in fearing pain A nation born in a country
We talked and smoked all through the night You led me where I had no sight Till birdsong broke the morning light And I was weak with strange delight
Vertaling: Big Country. Die Seer.
