The Eagle Hap Palmer

Born for a western sky
Sweeping a circle as he flies
He was free, when they let him be

Brave and a hunter's son
The land was his till he met a gun
He was free, when they let him be

In a land without a friend
Will there be an empty sky
Where the Eagle used to fly in the wind?

There on a mountain high
Wounded Eagle waits to die
He was free, when they let him be

Dreaming of days gone by
When Indian children watched him fly
He was free, when they let him be

In a land without a friend
Will there be an empty sky
Where the Eagle used to fly in the wind?

Born for a western sky
Sweeping a circle as he flies
He was free, when they let him be
He was free, when they let him be