Pity the man with a gun
For his battle is won
While his spirit is feeble
Nothing there on his arm to compare
To a bird of the air
To a girl with an eagle
All alone, she is hunting
Only believe you will see her fly home
Home to the snow and the mountain
Only believe you will see her fly home
See her fly home
Pretty, the language of love
Like the weight of a bird
It is often misleading
When you're lost in the songs that you've heard
When one slip of a glove
And your fingers are bleeding
All alone, she is hunting
Only believe you will see her fly home
Home to the snow and the mountain
Only believe you will see her fly home
See her fly home
Better be giving the call
Than to run with the hare
When the eagle is hunting
Some would rather you made yourself small
But then how would you fare
Out there on the mountain
All alone, she is hunting
Only believe you will see her fly home
Home to the snow and the mountain
Only believe you will see her fly home
See her fly home
All alone, she is hunting
Only believe you will see her fly home
Home to the snow and the mountain
Only believe you will see her fly home
All alone, she is hunting
Only believe you will see her fly home
Home to the snow and the mountain
Only believe you will see her fly home
See her fly home