The lone eagle counts O'er the dusky alpine mounts The streaks of smoke rising From the civilization dwelling beneath, The gasping cries the wind would sing While passing by some unknown heath!
The lone eagle counts The mysteries of the unknown sounds The sweet twinkling of the bells In the calmness of the foothill temples, The dulcet tones and train if yells Of the reapers and roamers, the sloping vales!
The lone eagle counts Diving down the alpine mounts Listening to the unknown sounds Feeling the stretch of horizon's bounds As it sails and sails high in the sky The joy of ride; till it could fly!
