The Eagles Fly
by Mindy Simmons
From the CD A Fine Life in the Country
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eagle flies above the mountain
She swoops down low, seeking feed
Oh, and she knows she dare not rest
Until her young have left the nest So she flies on to where the timbers
And brooks of nature songs are sung
But falls too soon to grounds uncovered.
She lies a victim of the hunter's gun. Her young are calling, high
up above her.
Their cries are simple for basic need.
Ah, but there's no answer, their hunger deepens,
And they perish, too, from the hunter's greed Ah lovely creature of
Can we not see the truth of law
For it's in our own pathetic weakness
And not in you, which lies the flaw The eagles fly above the mountains.
From such a fate they can't defend.
So they'll fly on into the darkness
And join the others who man will end.
Vocals and guitar: Mindy Simmons
Keyboards: Bruce Wallace
Bass: Otis Young
Drums: Jenny Ashbaugh
Pedal Steel: Dave Peirce