Eagle on the breeze

Eagle On The Breeze (Island By The Sea) Eagle on the breeze I was born to be Like this mighty king No more high and free See him take the wind Soaring high and higher Floating on his wings Filling my desire Eyes as bold as fire Through the dust to fish Searching for the life That feeds his youngs of fish Dressed in cloth so fine As no man can wear Blue and gold and green Crowing us this way Through the wildest storm One can hear his shriek Calling to his maid Shrill and sharp the beak Eagle on the breeze...