Horses are creatures who worship the earth   As they gallop on feet of ivory   Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth   The horses still run, they are free      My body is merely the shell of my soul   But the flesh must be given its due   Like a pony that carries its rider back home   Like an old friend who's tried and been true      I had a vision of eagles and horses   High on a ridge in a race with the wind   Going higher and higher, faster and faster   On eagles and horses I'm flying again      Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights   They know neither limit nor bound   They're the guardian angels of darkness and light   They see all and hear every sound      My spirit will never be broken or caught   For the soul is a free flying thing   Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought   To rise up on glorious wings      I had a vision of eagles and horses   High on a ridge in a race with the wind   Going higher and higher, faster and faster   On eagles and horses I'm flying again, flying again, I'm flying again      My body is merely the shell of my soul   But the flesh must be given its due   Like a pony that carries its master back home   Like an old who's tried and been true      My spirit will never be broken or caught   For the soul is a free flying thing   Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought   To rise up on glorious wings      I had a vision of eagles and horses   High on a ridge in a race with the wind   Going higher and higher, faster and faster   On eagles and horses I'm flying again   Flying again, flying again   Flying again, I'm flying again