The eagle looked down on the river below. And he wrapped his wings round him and he fell like a stone. And the big salmon fought but the talons held true. And he shuddered as the world turned from silver to blue. I stood there in awe though I'd seen it before. I was born in these mountains and I'll die here for sure. I've traveled around I've seen city lights. But nothin' that shined like the big sky at night. CHORUS:. Some mornings will find me up above the timberline. Lonesome don't seem like much once you're this high. When it's all said and done I usually find. Me and the eagle are of the same mind. Now when I was young I took me a wife. But she never took to the high country life. So now I'm alone I don't really mind. But her name echoes down from the canyon sometimes. REPEAT CHORUS. In my dreams there's a horse he stands eighteen hands high. He's as white as the snow and there's fire in his eyes. And he'll bare only me though others have tried. And together we'll travel up across the divide. REPEAT CHORUS