UP WHERE THE EAGLES FLY

Up where the eagles fly

Down on earth where people die

When will the love come shining through?

When will all the egos bow

Sit around and have powwow

When will the dove come flying through?

When we've sucked the earth

Of her black blood dry

And she's no more salty seas to cry

We won't be here to watch her die

We'll be long gone

When the earth starts to crumble beneath our feet

Will we wonder how could a good God mete such vengeance

On his children here below?

Up where the eagles fly

Down on earth where people die

When will the love come shining through?

When will all the egos bow

Sit around and have powwow

When will the dove come flying through?

When precipitation from what greed has claimed

Pours down upon us in volcanic flame

When we all go up in smoke

Will we put it down to some cosmic joke?

And don't you think it's really strange?

I think we must be quite deranged

That we wound our nurturing mother

When we don't have another

And how we maim and torture each other

Well it's a different kind of lover

Than the one I've got in mind

                                                      

Up where the eagles fly

Down on earth where people die

When will the love come shining through?

When will all the egos bow

Sit around and have powwow

When will the dove come flying through?

When my body lies dead in the cold dark earth

The only measure of my worth

Will be not what I took but what I gave

For what we give we keep forever

Lives in the soul, each other's treasure

But what we take can weigh us down

Keep us going round and round

And what will we do if we do kill the earth?

Where will a soul go to find its birth?

How will our children get their chance?

If we destroy the stage of life's sacred dance?

When will we live what we know is true?

And let the love come flying through?

'Cos it's what we give in each minute

Holds the secret of life within it

Up where the eagles fly

Down on earth where people die

Let's let the love come shining through

Let all our egos bow

Sit around and have pow wow

Let's let the dove come flying through

© Felicity Buirski 2005