Sunday Came and Trashed Me Out Again Lyrics
Self Care Sunday
JUST WRITE!
Recently in our lovely community, nosotros, as poets, accept been collaborating to create beauty. We have shared sadness and joy. Nosotros have supported others through crisis and sadness and pain and doubtfulness and when they simply need to hear that they are loved and that someone truly cares.
Nosotros take written anthems of love and support for the plight of the people in the Ukraine. Nosotros accept toiled to create Haiku that in very few words, speak of oceans of sadness and the endless reaches of beauty and joy.
We take been learning new skills and coming together new friends. We have been sharing our love of poesy and humanity, in ways that inspire and uplift. Every day we achieve out to people who need a reminder of their strength, their dazzler and the wonderful souls that they share with usa each day and each night.
And in the background, many of united states of america are coming to the party with a plethora of untold stories, the depths of which accept created an internal ache, an unrelenting need, not just to write, but too a need to somehow, set our thoughts free. To release them into the terrifying temper of cyberspace, empty space, judgemental space, and fifty-fifty, hostile space (AKA Social Media). Every bit if setting them free, might besides set us gratis.
Many people dream of this, but are too agape or also lacking in cocky confidence. They accept pages of words written over years near everything from heartbreak, to grief, to trauma in all its many forms, to loneliness, to happiness, to wonder, to pain, to flowers, and to rain.
Petty past little, in a safe space, something starts to shift. Something that one time whispered to us, starts to speak, and then to shout, and then to sing. Something starts to feel right about embracing our truthful selves, near setting our souls free, about flight out of the darkness, into the low-cal, on the wings of our poetry.
So here we are now, a fledgling customs, learning from each other in so many dissimilar ways. Finally showtime to exist truthful to ourselves. Beginning to wearable our poetic souls similar a soldier wears a medal, or to let our pride soar the way a parent's center soars with pride for their kid. So many journeys are difficult earned and not always understood, yet for each ane of us who achieves something for which we strive, this is still, a bluecoat of honour.
You lot may be wondering where on globe I am going with this (off-white call — I have a tendency to ramble!).
So where I am going is correct here: For poets, verse is not something we read or write just 'for fun', or to experience more exalted amidst the 'literary oversupply'. Information technology is a part of us, integral to who nosotros are. It breathes life into our hearts and our souls. It is the music of our very existence, the moon and the stars in our skies, raindrops and sunshine, snowdrifts and wind, heartbreak and joy, truth and lies, love and loss and endless fields of possibilities.
How ironic is it that a community of people (many of whom endure from trauma, piece of work with trauma, understand the dark depths of trauma), process some of what that means to them, by creating a thing of dazzler? No thing how light or dark our piece of work is, there is always beauty in our creations. We create through the entire spectrum of emotions, the seasons, the dominicus and the moon, the sky and the clouds, the rain and wind, life and death, ghosts and memories, pain and suffering, joy and loss. We claiming and we question. We are present in our work every bit nosotros create it.
But brand no fault, the poesy is within u.s., we are not within our poetry. We are the conduit. The estuary. The rivers that pb to the sea, where all that we create, is released, joyously costless, to menstruum wherever it wishes to be.
So, what is this strange brute of which I speak? This 'poetry' beast?
This, my dearest friends, this is our therapy. This is our self care.
Here is where nosotros search deep within ourselves and find the things of beauty, the painful things, the silly things, the sad things, the unspoken things, the joyous things, the things that lift u.s.a. up, the things that concur usa back, keep us down, preclude us, from flying free.
Then this week, where I am going with this, is that we accept within our hands, the nearly powerful self care tool e'er created in any place, in any time, in any space, in any state of affairs. We have our metaphorical quills, our pens, our ink. We draw our poetry from our very veins. We do not need any other tools or resource. We have what we need, deep inside ourselves, to put our metaphorical ink to our metaphorical parchment, and to bleed our words into eternity.
Poet and physician Rafel Campo, Yard.D., writes "Reading or writing poesy creates a space for empathy, for seeing another person, for bearing witness to our common humanity" and "Empathy is essential for our survival . . . without empathy, how would nosotros heal?" He says in a talk for TEDxCambridge. "When we hear rhythmic language and recite poetry, our bodies interpret crude sensory data into nuanced knowing . . . feeling becomes significant"
The National Association for Poetry Therapy writes: "The benefits of poetry therapy include increased self and interpersonal awareness, increased sense of validation in voicing one's truth, and an enhanced chapters to capture and reframe significant life stories,"
As we have discussed in previous weeks, it is easy to not pay attending to the signs that we demand to be kinder to and/or requite priority to ourselves. We have lives that are filled with so many things that are and then ' much more of import than looking afterwards ourselves' . We accept jobs, partners, children, parents, friends, pets, neighbours, dishes, washing, cleaning, plants, trees, birds, bees ( insert relevant things more of import than usa right here )….
I fully acknowledge that we have many demands that nosotros have pay attention to and/or in some way take care of, if not for ourselves, mayhap for others. However, equally I accept written before, how well can nosotros do this if nosotros are depleted, if nosotros are defeated?
There is a poetry collection called 'Through The Soil In my Peel" by Astrid. In her poem "xi:eleven", Astrid talks near existence a poet. She is writing from her perspective every bit a woman, merely her message is applicative no thing if you are male person, female person, non binary, or however you identify in your life:
11:11
"Today I cull myself. I volition exist a healed adult female
who smiles in the mirror as a reminder.
My hips volition dance to a rhythm of hope. Trust my body
is safe. Believe it is beautiful like a dove released from it's cage.
I will climb out of bed in the mornings
I am crumbling. Give thanks myself for a new day.
Celebrate the three steps frontwards after two steps back,
considering there is one step still worth appreciating.
At that place is a magenta dusk waiting, and this is a sign
to encounter it. Progress is laughter after the insult, a deep breath
before a meltdown, the fight during a flying response.
I'g a shooting star fluorescent in the sky and when I crash
I will land on Venus, rising beyond Aphrodite dreams.
the indigo child rebirthed from the sea,
flying on the back of a swan's wings. I will close my eyes.
Feel my hair bravado in the wind.
Weep rivers to cleanse my spirit. The rose within will rise
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust through the soil in my skin
for Earth to see. The oracle in my lord's day, the gaze in my moon.
from this 24-hour interval frontwards, I promise to accept and hold myself whole."
This poem is essentially about choosing ourselves.
As poets, we write for a reason and sometimes, nosotros do non procedure what that reason is. But information technology is at that place, cached securely in our words. Whether we intend to do then or not, nosotros are practising cocky care when we write. And then our challenge is to become more deliberate in our intentions. When we do not feel like facing the world, when things feel too much for us to deal with, we must consciously decide to write. We must resist that urge to practise whatever we individually practice, to hide from the affair that ails the states. Bring that thing into the light, fifty-fifty if information technology is merely for the states at that moment. Write it happy or sad or angry or lost. Write it in whatsoever way you need to write it, to set it free.
Cocky intendance must be a practice. Nosotros must exist consequent. Do we feel better when we we write? If no, then skip this whole proposal. If yes, then lock it in. Write about your pain, your fears, the things you love, the things you have lost, the things you dare to wish for, the unspoken things, the beautiful things, the weather, the world, the day, the night, your hopes, your dreams, your desires, your dislikes….JUST WRITE! You practice not need to share what you write, only if you feel yous have a safe space to practice and so, ready that winged creature costless!
Whatever your daily obligations are, or your weekly obligations, make a time each day or each week to sit down and ruminate on what you lot desire to release. If you tin can metaphorically send the things that are whispering in your heart or your head or in your very soul, on a journey from the deep, dark places where you have locked them away, into the prophylactic light of a supportive space, where people who speak your language will sympathize, and every bit a upshot y'all may feel lighter and perchance a little unburdened by the act…..DO Information technology! Do it regularly.
Don't exercise it hoping for anything but that you have set that matter gratis. That you have ready yourself gratis. That it is no longer a brunt simply a cute bird or butterfly, that is now flying in open infinite and enjoying the sunshine and the wind beneath their wings, just equally you lot should be, only every bit you lot will be.
Self care is not reactionary, information technology must be a regular and deliberate practise. So if you are a poet, how cool is it that you lot take a ready made self care regime that all you have to do to get started is brand a commitment…even once a calendar week…a delivery to set the things that are hiding within of you free, to set up yourself free? The hardest part of doing this is making the time to do so, and so showing up for yourself. Yep y'all read that correctly, Evidence Upwards FOR YOURSELF!
Another bonus for poets, is that while self care may at times be badged as 'selfish' and sometimes, as something that is done in isolation (some kind of introverted activity), every bit poets, we can really share our introverted activity, the fruits of our self care, with others and do good from the back up of customs in means that are not available to those who practice cocky care via bubble baths (for instance!) — yeah yeah I know — it's getting one-time!
So this calendar week, it is my souvenir to y'all, to share some music/lyrics by poets, (sometimes the poets are the singers, other times the songwriters are the poets, sometimes the singer is both) starting with Leonard Cohen (I know I featured him final week but this is an epic poetic slice and reflects a lot of the thoughts I scribbled to a higher place)!
I take non counted nor limited my choices and you lot tin can experience free to watch or not watch equally information technology suits you, merely these make my eye happy and I hope that they provide a brief window of joy for y'all too and remind you of what nosotros do! If you simply have fourth dimension for one, make it the first i, it will exist the most wonderful eight minutes in your day, I promise! If you lot only have time for ii, add together the terminal one, which has been a song that since I was a teenager I felt strongly reflected the poet hidden inside of me that was aching to fly like like an eagle and to be seen. Ever since I was that teenager I take told everyone I know that whilst I don't like funerals, I know that I will end up having one and this vocal is the song I want played. I saw Russell Morris play this live for the first time at the end of 2020 before Covid hit and I honestly cried with joy to take been able to feel it earlier I dice! (it was released in 1972 when I was 12 and not nevertheless in Australia)
I highly recommend that yous make time to listen to them all and reflect on how your poetry might requite joy to others in the style it gives joy to you, and in the style these songs accept washed for so many people over the decades!
I have included lyrics after each video link for anyone who cannot scout or heed.
On a final notation, one of these songs includes the phrase "Love will be the souvenir you lot give yourself". The very essence of self care!
Lyrics
The birds they sang
At the break of 24-hour interval
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
Or what is however to be
Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The pigeon is never free
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a scissure in everything
That's how the light gets in
We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah, and the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to come across
I can't run no more than
With that lawless oversupply
While the killers in loftier places
Say their prayers out loud
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
A thundercloud
They're going to hear from me
Ring the bells that nevertheless can ring
Forget your perfect offering
In that location is a crack, a crack in everything
That'due south how the light gets in
You lot can add together upward the parts
But yous won't have the sum
You can strike up the march
At that place is no pulsate
Every center, every heart
To love will come up
But like a refugee
Ring the bells that still can band
Forget your perfect offer
There is a crack, a scissure in everything
That'south how the light gets in
Ring the bells that even so tin ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crevice in everything
That's how the calorie-free gets in
That's how the low-cal gets in
That's how the light gets in
Songwriter: Leonard Cohen
This is not Bob's most poetic song lyrically, just it is beautiful and iconic and despite the repetition it feels like much more is being said just inside the music itself (also he has Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers with him for this one)! You will note that Bob sings slightly different lyrics than set out hereunder in this version — he is known for doing that!
Lyrics
Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'k knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, eh yeah
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels similar I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'southward door
Knock-knock-knockin' on sky'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'due south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven'south door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, wow oh yeah
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
Knockin' On Heaven's Door lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics
Hello darkness, my one-time friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of asphalt
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my neckband to the common cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split up the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten m people, mayhap more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no 1 dared
Disturb the audio of silence
"Fools" said I, "You practice not know
Silence similar a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach yous
Take my artillery that I might accomplish you"
Merely my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence
Songwriter: Paul Simon
The Sound of Silence lyrics © Paul Simon Music
Lyrics
Imagine in that location's no heaven
It'south easy if yous effort
No hell below us
Above u.s. only heaven
Imagine all the people
Living for today, I
Imagine in that location'southward no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the just one
I hope someday yous'll join u.s.a.
And the world volition be as ane
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if y'all can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the globe, y'all
You may say I'm a dreamer
Simply I'm not the only one
I promise someday you'll join us
And the earth volition live equally one
Songwriter: John Lennon
Imagine lyrics © Lenono Music
Lyrics
Love me, dear me, beloved me, love me
Say you do
Let me fly away
With you lot
For my dearest is similar
The wind
And wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more
Than i caress
Satisfy this
Hungriness
Permit the current of air
Blow through your centre
For wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You
Touch me
I hear the audio
Of mandolins
You
Kiss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You're spring to me
All things
To me
Don't you lot know you lot're
Life itself
Similar a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For nosotros're similar creatures
Of the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Y'all
Touch me
I hear the sound
Of mandolins
You
Buss me
With your kiss
My life begins
You're spring to me
All things
To me
Don't yous know you're
Life itself
Like a leaf clings
To the tree
Oh my darling,
Cling to me
For we're like creatures
In the wind
And wild is the air current
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Songwriters: Dimitri Tiomkin / Ned Washington
Wild Is the Wind lyrics © Reservoir Media Management Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
I'm scared
So agape to show I intendance
Will he think me weak
If I tremble when I speak?
Ooh, what if
There's some other one he's thinking of?
Maybe he'southward in love
I'd feel like a fool
Life tin can exist so cruel
I don't know what to do
I've been there
With my center out in my mitt
But what you must understand
You can't allow the risk
To love him pass you by
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sugariness
I'll concord him close to experience his heart beat
Honey volition be the gift you lot requite yourself
Touch him (ooh)
With the gentleness you experience inside (I feel it)
Your love can't be denied
The truth will prepare you complimentary
You'll have what's meant to exist
All in fourth dimension y'all'll encounter
Ooh, I dearest him (then show him)
Of that much I can be sure (concur him shut to you lot)
I don't recollect I could suffer
If I permit him walk away
When I take so much to say
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
Hold him close to feel his centre beat out
Beloved will be the gift you requite yourself
Dearest is light that surely glows
In the hearts of those who know
It's a steady flame that grows
Feed the fire with all the passion you can testify
Tonight love will assume its identify
This memory time cannot erase
Your organized religion will lead honey where it has to go
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rising in his optics
Reach out to him
And whisper
Whisper words and so soft and sweet
Hold him close to feel his heart beat
Dear will be the gift yous give yourself, ooh
Never let him become
Songwriters: David Foster / Linda Thomson / Walter Afanasieff
Tell Him lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit lonely
And yous're never coming round
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I become a fiddling chip tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn effectually)
Every at present and then
I go a little bit nervous
That the all-time of all the years have gone by
(Turn around)
Every now and so I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
(Turn around, vivid eyes)
Every now and and then I autumn autonomously
(Turn around, bright eyes)
Every now and then
I fall apart
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a piddling bit restless
And I dream of something wild
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I become a petty bit helpless
And I'm lying like a child in your arms
(Turn around)
Every now and and then
I get a fiddling scrap angry
And I know I've got to get out and cry
(Plow around)
Every now and and then
I go a footling flake terrified
But then I come across the look in your eyes
(Turn around, vivid optics)
Every now and and so
I fall apart
Plough effectually, bright optics
Every now and and so
I fall apart
And I need you lot now tonight
And I need you more than than ever
And if yous merely hold me tight
We'll exist belongings on forever
And we'll only be making it correct
'Cause we'll never exist wrong
Together we can take it to the terminate of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)
I don't know what to practice and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a pulverisation keg and giving off sparks
I actually demand y'all tonight
Forever's gonna start this night
(Forever's gonna beginning tonight)
One time upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm just falling apart
There'southward nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But at present in that location's just honey in the night
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the middle
[Instrumental interlude]
(Turn effectually, bright eyes)
(Turn around, bright optics)
(Turn around)
Every now and so
I know you'll never be the boy
Yous always wanted to be
(Plough around)
But every now and then
I know you'll always be the only male child
Who wanted me the way that I am
(Plow effectually)
Every now so
I know there's no one in the universe
As magical and wondrous every bit you lot
(Turn around)
Every now and so
I know at that place's nothing any better
There's zilch that I just wouldn't exercise
(Turn effectually, bright eyes)
Every at present and then I autumn apart
(Turn around, bright eyes)
Every now and then I fall autonomously
And I demand yous now this evening
And I need you more than ever
And if y'all only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only exist making information technology correct
'Crusade we'll never be wrong
Together nosotros tin can accept information technology to the finish of the line
Your dear is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the fourth dimension)
I don't know what to exercise
I'chiliad always in the dark
Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start this night
(Forever'due south gonna start tonight)
Once upon a fourth dimension I was falling in love
Only now I'm only falling autonomously
In that location'south nil I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was lite in my life
Just now in that location's but love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the center
A full eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the heart
(Turn effectually, bright eyes)
(Turn around, bright eyes)
(Turn effectually)
Songwriter: Jim Steinman
Lyrics
The falling leaves migrate by my window
The falling leaves of red and gilt
I come across your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned easily I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear quondam winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves get-go to fall
I miss yous most of all my darling
When fall leaves showtime to fall
Songwriters: Francesco Magnelli / Gianni Maroccolo / Giorgio Canali / Giovanni Lindo Ferretti / Massimo Zamboni
Fall Leaves lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your optics
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you lot gave
To the night and the endless skies, my love
To the nighttime and the endless skies
And the outset time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth movement in my paw
Like the trembling heart of a convict bird
That was there at my command, my love
And the outset time ever I lay with yous
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would make full the globe
And last 'til the end of time my dearest
The showtime time ever I saw your face
Your face up, your face, your face
Songwriter: Ewan Maccoll
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face up lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics
I run across trees of green, cerise roses too
I encounter them blossom for me and you
And I call up to myself what a wonderful world.
I run across skies of bluish and clouds of white
The brilliant blest day, the nighttime sacred nighttime
And I think to myself what a wonderful earth.
The colors of the rainbow then pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I come across friends shaking hands maxim how practise y'all do
They're really saying I love you lot.
I hear babies crying, I watch them abound
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I call up to myself what a wonderful world
Yeah I think to myself what a wonderful globe.
Songwriters: Bob Thiele / George David Weiss / George Douglas
What a Wonderful World lyrics © Range Road Music Inc., Quartet Music, Quartet Music Inc
Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
It must have been common cold there in my shadow
To never have sunlight on your face up
You were content to let me smooth, that's your manner
Y'all ever walked a step backside
So I was the i with all the celebrity
While you were the one with all the strength
A beautiful face without a proper noun for then long
A beautiful grinning to hide the hurting
Did you lot ever know that yous're my hero
And everything I would like to exist?
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
Information technology might have appeared to become unnoticed
But I've got it all hither in my centre
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know information technology
I would be nothing without you
Did you ever know that y'all're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be
I could fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
Did I e'er tell you lot you're my hero?
Yous're everything, everything I wish I could be
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an hawkeye
For you are the wind below my wings
'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings
Oh, the wind beneath my wings
Yous, you, yous, y'all are the air current beneath my wings
Fly, fly, wing away, y'all allow me fly so high
Oh, you lot, you, y'all, the wind below my wings
Oh, you, you, you lot, the wind beneath my wings
Fly, fly, wing loftier against the sky
So high I almost bear on the heaven
Thank you, cheers
Thank God for you, the current of air below my wings
Songwriters: Jeff Silbar / Larry Henley
Wind Beneath My Wings lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics
Well I'yard looking out at an overcast sky in the forenoon
I tin hear the alarm as it calls to yous
As the birds migrate and the air current is raised
I come across the eagle soaring
Although I'm just a pawn in nature'south game like you
Wah hoo wah hoo, wah hoo …
On the wings of an eagle I observe myself lifted through the skies
Lifted upwardly to a higher place the globe to see
On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies
Lifted up above the globe to encounter
Tin can you run across me? Can you come across me?
As the days curlicue on and the nights get long
The irresolute of the seasons
The falling autumn leaves they bring me down
They bring me downward, they bring me down
Practice you lose your way in the centre of the day
Do you see your blood brother crawling?
And all the while he's calling out for help from you
Wah hoo wah hoo, wah hoo …
On the wings of an eagle I find myself lifted through the skies
Lifted upwards above the earth to come across
On the wings of an eagle I discover myself lifted through the skies
Lifted up higher up the earth to meet
Can you see me? Can you see me?
Tin you see me? Can yous see me?
Can you lot see me? Can you see me?
Tin can you see me? Can y'all encounter me?
Songwriter: Russell Morris
Wings of an Eagle lyrics © Mushroom Music Pty. Ltd., Mushroom Music Pty Ltd
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