Golden eagle spreads his wing
High above in a windless sky
I'm a go-kart rider on an open plain
We hunt together for our prey
Wagon train on an open trail
Eagle flies to protect his young
I stay standing to face a foe
Here too long this land our home
War
drums beat to the dancing feet
Young raise high on a victory cry
Wheels are burning
at the end of day
No survivors,
dead they lay
Young fires burn as the braves return
Trouble feeds to the dead of night
No one heard when the soldiers came
Way too late,
dead they lay
Golden eagle spread your wings
High above in a windless sky
No more riders on an open plain
No more riders
