FLY WITH THE GOLDEN EAGLE

(Words and Music by Terry Moore)

My father was a crofter in the Highlands
And mother weaved the yarn, upon the loom
The hills a’ bin the cottage, were my playground
I’d swear my kite, could even touch the moon.

Now as I sit here, I can see the lights of Broadway
And Ellis Island, welcomed me long years ago
But the time has come, to keep my final promise
Please lay me down, on the land, my father sowed.

Then I will fly, with the Golden Eagle
O’er Scotland’s hills, and mountains I adore
On the wing, high above Schehallion
My spirit will soar, for evermore, with the Golden Eagle.

America, you took me in, and loved me
Found a wife, and fortune, from your giving hand
But the legacy, I’m so proud to leave you
Are my children, standing, on this crofters land.

Then I will fly, with the Golden Eagle
O’er Scotland’s hills, and mountains I adore (x2)
On the wing, high above Schehallion
My spirit will soar, for evermore, with the Golden Eagle.

Fly so high, o’er Scotland’s sky.
We will soar, for evermore.

(Pipe Solo till Fade)