The Eagle Flies
This was the first song I had ever written. Penned back in 1972, the song was inspired by many trips I had taken previously as a kid, and later a college student, to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area of Northern Minnesota. This was written at a time in my life when I was about to embark on a career in the U. S. Air Force as a pilot. I had my whole life ahead of me at the time, and I pondered what the future might bring to me as I finally went “out into the world” on my own.
The Eagle Flies
As I sit here wondering where I’m going, what will I do with my life,
The virgin timber surrounds me, and the stillness of the lake reflects my face,
Behind me my campfire is slowly burning low.
As I gaze upwards to windswept skies, I see a graceful form glide by me,
Circling over towering spires of forest green, being free never lonely,
A quiet world he has seen.
The eagle flies so high above me:
Now my silver craft will part clear waters, and the loon’s distant cry will be my friend,
As I slowly paddle through the wilderness, I wonder what the future might bring,
The eagle flies so high above me, the eagle flies so high above me:
Copyright 2005: words and music by Joe Weiss
