Oh, my home is in the mountains, I am free, I am free.
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I am one with wind and eagles, I am free. Given wings to sail in gracefulness, the sky, the sky.
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Given a voice to sing in breathlessness, I find that I can fly, fly away.
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I've been a long time on the highway, I've been a long time on the run.
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And it gets to be like chaos when I'm so long away from home.
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And sometimes it's just to much to bare and I hide behind my eyes.
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I can picture friendly faces and I can dream of friendly skies.
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And I guess that I'm a lucky one for the truth of what I know.
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For my heart had not denied me and I have somewhere to go.
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I shall never be a prisoner of steel and glass and stone.
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If I leave, I will return again to my Rocky Mountain home.
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Oh, my home is in the mountains, I am free, I am free.
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I am one with wind and eagles, I am free. Given wings to sail in gracefulness, the sky, the sky.
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Given a voice to sing in breathlessness, I find that I can fly, fly away.
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In the hands of my father, in the light of the sunshine. On the wings of an eagle, I'm flying again.
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I'm flying again, I'm flying again, I'm flying again, I'm flying again.
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On The Wings Of An Eagle
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| John Denver |
