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1) Some folks they ask me, Why do you go,
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There ain't much goin' on up in them hills.
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But I tell them I've been there a time or two, And I 
can see it all still.
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I see the sun comin' up over the mesa at morning,
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And the dew all a-shine on the sage,
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I see the rainbow of color playin' soft o'er the 
mountain,
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And it's readin' like your front page.
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Chorus: I see eagles a-soarin' free as the wind,
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Maybe they're just a part of the sky,
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In the clouds I see faces of old mountain men,
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Maybe that's where they go when they die.
2) Everything's a part of the next thing anyway,
That's one thing I've learned,
Cause we all go around, and we all come back,
No matter which way that we turn.
I see the bones lyin' bleached on the plains of the 
desert,
I see the fawn standin' after she's born,
I hear the cry of the hawk fallin' after his kill,
And the quiet after the storm.
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3) I guess what I'm sayin'is if you're livin' or dyin',
It all fits in some way,
Give back to the earth what you take from it,
And listen to what it has to say,
I hear the owl hootin'low at the eye of the moon,
I hear the river tearin' the mountain on down,
And that dead tree a-fallin' all alone in the woods,
Now that's a most precious sound!
I see eagles a-soarin' free as the wind,
Maybe they're just a part of the sky,
In the clouds I see faces of old mountain men,
Maybe that's where they goo when they die,
Maybe that's where they go when they die.
Maybe that's where I'll go when I die.