from Into The Mystery

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When my grandfather spoke about the eagle 

He would raise his face up to the sky

The sunlight reflecting on the water 

And she flew so close as she passed by



But that?s just an old man?s story, that I have never seen



Cause rich men talked about the future

And big change was ringing in their ears

It?s a one cry slipping into silence 

It was one voice never more to hear



The clatter of the dozers, 

The smoke of the machine

The edge is getting closer all the time 

The edge is getting closer all the time



So light, lightly on the wind

So far from where she?d always been

I saw as if I could have known

Leaving her home, flying alone 

That was the last one gone 



The last one gone



Gone, gone in all its glory 

Gone and never said goodbye

Gone, just an old mans story 

That was the last time she would fly



Fly, fly lightly on the wind,

Fly far, from where she?d always been

I saw, as if I could have known 

Leaving her home, flying alone 

That was the last one gone 

The last one gone



That was the last time she would fly



Gone



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