Horses are cratures who worship the earth
Mybody is merely the shell of my soul
Eagles inhabit the heavenly heigths
My spirit will never be broken or caught
Mybody is merely the shell of my soul
My spirit will never be broken or caught
As they gallop on feet of ivory
But the flesh must be given itsdue
They know neither limit norbound
For the soul is a free-flying thing
But the flesh must be given itsdue
For the soul is a free-flying thing
Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth
Like a pony that carries its rider back home
They're the guardian angels of darkness and light
Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought
Like a pony that carries its master back home
Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought
The horses still run they arefree
Like an old friend that's tried and been true
They see all and hear every sound
To rise up on glorious wings
Like an old friend that's tried and been true
To rise up on glorious wings
I had a vision of eagles and horses
High on a ridge in a race with the wind
Going higher and higher and faster and faster
On eagles and horses I'm flying again,
