Ohhhhh

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

The time is still turning, they soon will be dry.



And all those who see me, and those 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

Reach for the heavens and hope for the future

All that we can be, not what we are.