A, E, F#mi
As the F#misun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill.
A, EAs the ground warms, to the first rays of light
AA F#mibirdsong shatters the still.
His F#mieyes are Aablaze,
See the Amadman in his C#gaze.
F#miFly, on your Eway, like an Deagle,
Fly as high Eas the F#misun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.
Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I fly
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream.
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave.
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
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