Eagle flies high
Across yellowed sky,
Soaring ‘neath cloud
Aching to cry,
And tho’ he accepts the smog he sees,
His world ain’t like it used to be.
Eagle flies high
Across yellowed sky,
Soaring ‘neath cloud
Aching to cry,
And tho’ he accepts the smog he sees,
His world ain’t like it used to be.