Horses are creatures who worship the earth They gallop on feet of ivory Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth The horses still run they are free My body is merely the shell of my soul But the flesh must be given its due Like a pony that carries its rider back home Like an old friend that's tried and been true
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,
Eagles inhabit the heavenly heigths They know neither limit nor bound They're the guardian angels of darkness and light They see all and hear every sound My spirit will never be broken or caught For the soul is a free-flying thing Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought 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, I'm flying again, I'm flying again
My body is merely the shell of my soul But the flesh must be given its due Like a pony that carries its master back home Like an old friend that's tried and been true My spirit will never be broken or caught For the soul is a free-flying thing Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought 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, I'm flying again, I'm flying again.