존 덴버
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
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
faster and faster
On eagles and horses
I'm flying again
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
faster and faster
On eagles and horses
I'm flying again
flying again
I'm flying again
flying again
I'm flying again