by eagle river

by eagle river by eagle river
by eagle river he comes to me
and with music in his soul
he does not walk alone
carrying the voices
and heart beats
of his home

by eagle river by eagle river
by eagle river she comes to me
and the bones she finds below
the earth neath her home
tell the tales of long ago
of people proud and still
with an inner strength of will
torn apart when greed began to kill

by eagle river by eagle river
by eagle river they come to me
and like songs upon the wing
of the birds we all hear sing
telling tales of what the tides will bring
when the waters wash over our homes

by eagle river by eagle river
by eagle river they come to me
by eagle river by eagle river
by eagle river they come to me

© sylvi & see through publishing fall 1988 (socan)

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