They gallop on feet of ivory,
Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth
The horses still run, they are free!
Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights
They know neither limit nor bound
They're the guardian angels of darkness and light
They see all and hear every sound!
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!
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.
My spirit will never be broken nor 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!
(Eagles and Horses by John Denver)
c. Larry Elmore.
Used by Permission.
