Oh eagle why must you leave the sight of my Eyes?
How glorious is the sight of your wings
Majestic is your call of light
With your might you take down your prey,
And with sharp eyes,
You spy at it from your cave
How I long to fly away with you till brake of day
I sit at my window pane, waiting and hoping You will come for me
Why must you stay away?
Please, oh please come someday
I will wait for you, then maybe, just maybe,
I will catch a glimpse of your might
As the wind moves, you move out of sight |