Alone on the river I sat,
A fox, watching the fish swim by.
An eagle flew overhead,
Up in the sky so high.
To the river
I have come to fish,
But in the pale moonlight
I watch their tails swish.
Why does this eagle not join me?
And by my side sit?
Why does he stay away,
And leave me in this pit?
My friend forever,
He swore to be.
What did he mean,
Since I cannot fly as he?
My husband,
With whom I always want to be,
Please, please dear love,
Come down to your Vixen, that’s me.
I know you don’t fancy the view,
From the ground below.
You don’t like to be where there is
Sorrow and woe.
If only we all could escape
As you –
And fly away from our troubles,
The way that you do…
Then I wouldn’t be sitting here,
In the pale moon light,
All alone.
O, to see with your eagle sight!
…At one time I made
A home up in an oak tree.
Hoping you would be happy
With the children and me.
They still love to clammer,
In that old oak tree.
But a home on the ground
Is where they be.
Oh my Eagle,
Up in the sky,
I know you long to teach…
Teach us all to fly.
But why must you
Always escape?
You act as though the ground
Is covered with red tape.
What is down here below,
That you so wish to avoid?
What has happened since your parent’s fighting,
To keep you so annoyed?
Or is it simply the escape?
To be away from it all?
Do you fly so high,
For fear you will fall?
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To his home I long to go,
But no nest has he.
He lives up upon a rocky crag,
In a lone pine tree.
His home is in the mountains,
Across the gully,
Over the river,
And hidden fully,
From my vantage point.
I cannot see
How to get to where
He loves to be.
