I was an eagle but I cannot fly,. I was a lion, but I run no more,. I was a river, but the river's dry,. And soon the spirit is coming to take me home;.
I heard a voice so pure and easy, a songbird singing for me,. I had no choice, only to listen, and surrender to her world;. And she will fly over the rainbow,.
Snow is falling, snow is falling on the ground,. In the forest, in the forest there's no sound;. A shallow grave is where we lie,. The boys and men who died,.