2008/06/01

Vintage airplanes pre 1950 build approaching for landing at the Museum of Flight, Seattle

They came flying from far away,
Now I'm under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell
They've seen places beyond my land and they've found new horizons
They speak strangely but I understand

And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings

As all good friends we talk all night, and we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything
There's no limit to what I feel, we climb higher and higher
Am I dreaming or is it all real?

;Is it true I'm an eagle?
Is it true I can spread my wings?

And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings

Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

Abba: Eagle
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