The old man stopped and thought

Well, now I'm 85

And while I'm still alive

I must rectify a few things



I never dreamed way back when I was 21

There'd be so much left undone

And I would never grow wings

Should there be a need to delay my certain sunset

Will there be a plan for me to try?



I know the only way to fly

I must find a golden eagle

Resting somewhere on the ground

And ride him ever westward

Never see the sun go down



Sometimes the challenge presses hard upon my brow

And I know the time is now

But my wits are stiff and swollen

I pay my dues and limp a rough and rocky climb

As I try to buy some time

Before the dark has fallen



I am but a man

Can I stop encroaching shadows?

Would that I could keep the black away

I have a scheme to save the day



I will find a golden eagle

Resting somewhere on the ground

And ride him ever westward

Never see the sun go down

And I'll ride him for circles

A hundred million times

And then if I have finished

All the half-done chores that I'm now facing

I'll bring him on home