On The Wings Of An Eagle — текст песни (John Denver)

Oh, my home is in the mountains.
Given wings to sail in gracefullness.
The sky, the sky.
Given a voice to sing in brethlessness.
I find that I can fly, fly away.


I`ve been a long time on the highway.
I`ve been a long time on the run.

And it gets to be like chaos
When I`m so long away from home.

And sometimes it`s just to much to bare.
And I hide behind my eyes.

I can picture friendly faces.
And I can dream of friendly skies.
And I guess that I`m a lucky one.
For the truth of what I know.

For my heart had not denied me.
And I have somewhere to go.

I shall never be a prisoner.
Touch steel and glass and stone.

If I leave I will return again
To my Rocky Mountain Home.



Oh, my home is in the mountains.
Given wings to sail in gracefullness.
The sky, the sky.
Given a voice to sing in brethlessness.
I find that I can fly, fly away.
In the hands of my father.
In the light of the sunshine.
On the wings of an eagle.
I`m flying again.
I`m flying again.
I`m flying again.
I`m flying again.
I`m flying again.
I`m flying again.
I`m flying again.