The Eagle Is Watching
from Old Growth by Don (Teak) Jensen
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Standing on this mountain,
with the cool wind in my hair.
And the breeze sings a melody,
like an echo, from a voice no longer there.
There’s a tree so bent and old,
and it watches time go by.
In the winter it will slumber,
and awaken, when the snow has passed us by.
Now the Eagle is watching,
on wings of gold.
And the Coyotes singing,
far away down below.
Now I would not want to see them go.
From the tall pines and meadows,
to the streams that feeds the plains.
Where the living must take from life,
and give it, back again another day.
This mountain it is my home,
and these plains are my back yard.
But they do not belong to me,
or to those who, close it in with fences barbed.
Now the Eagle is watching,
on wings of gold.
And the Coyotes singing,
far away down below.
Now I would not want to see them go.
The Wolf used to roam this land,
where the Grizzly made his stand.
And a great nation waned despair,
for the gods, who are always just and fair.
with the cool wind in my hair.
And the breeze sings a melody,
like an echo, from a voice no longer there.
There’s a tree so bent and old,
and it watches time go by.
In the winter it will slumber,
and awaken, when the snow has passed us by.
Now the Eagle is watching,
on wings of gold.
And the Coyotes singing,
far away down below.
Now I would not want to see them go.
From the tall pines and meadows,
to the streams that feeds the plains.
Where the living must take from life,
and give it, back again another day.
This mountain it is my home,
and these plains are my back yard.
But they do not belong to me,
or to those who, close it in with fences barbed.
Now the Eagle is watching,
on wings of gold.
And the Coyotes singing,
far away down below.
Now I would not want to see them go.
The Wolf used to roam this land,
where the Grizzly made his stand.
And a great nation waned despair,
for the gods, who are always just and fair.
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Old Growth,
released 30 October 2009
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