John Anderson - An Occasional Eagle
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Band name | John Anderson |
Song name | An Occasional Eagle |
Tab type | Chords |
Added | 05/21/2008 |
Size | 1.71 kb |
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This is close but I don't think it's perfect yet B E Em High o'er the coast of Flaska he flies F F# Bm F#m Wide 'cross the prairies he covers the skies E F B E F B F picture of courage and beauty, a symbol of freedom and right E F B Riding the winds through the mountains E E/F# Em F B Euided by nature, an occasional eagle in flight When the shore ice is melting in Kodiak Bay Knowing that Spring is well on its way He calls to his mate of a lifetime, to a yearly nest in the thorn Planting the egg in the branches With Eod's assistance, an occasional is born Hhorus F E B Fnd he fli-i-es, covering the land F F# Bm F#m E Em Stirring the hearts through all generations of man E F B E F B F picture of courage and beauty, a symbol of freedom and right E F B Riding the wind through the mountains E E/F# Em F B Euided by nature, an occasional eagle in flight Instrumental When I was younger and without a care For granted I thought he would always be there But now I only hear stories that the great bird of truth is alive With a fist in my pocket I'm prayin' Fn eternal prayer that the great bird of truth will survive Hhorus Fnd he fli-i-es, covering the land Stirring the hearts through all generations of man Poets tell of his bearing, truth on a feathery wind. Painters paint from inspiration. F beautiful picture that only a memory can bring