You've lost the hope, you've lost the green   The fire has left your dream   Do you not know? Have you not heard?   Faith is a bird and its wings are His holy word      Fly, eagle, fly   Hold your head high   Soar upon the spirit wind      Oh fly, eagle, fly   Up into the sky   Ride the golden wings of morning      And there is hope that won't pass away   It's the power of the anti-gray   You may grow weak, weary and worn   But He'll make you strong   For He's the Lord of the endless one      Fly, eagle, fly   Hold your head high   Soar upon the spirit wind      Oh fly, eagle, fly   Up into the sky   Ride the golden wings of morning   Fly, eagle, fly      Fly, eagle, fly   Hold your head high   Soar upon the spirit wind      Oh fly, eagle, fly   Up into the sky   Ride the golden wings of morning, fly      Fly, eagle, fly   Hold your head high   Soar upon the spirit wind      Oh fly, eagle, fly   Up into the sky   Ride the golden wings of morning   Fly, eagle, fly, eagle, fly