High atop the highest branch
On the highest tree, on the highest mountain
The seeing eye, seeing all
Quite a view of what's below
Standing in the morning sun
Spread my wings to dry them from
The morning dew...stretch and flex
Ready for the morning trek
Catching an updraft, higher and higher
Rising higher still
Circling and gliding, higher and higher
The air is cooler, the air is thinner,
I'm feeling much lighter.....higher and higher.
I make this trip everyday
Seems like nothing ever changes
But bit by bit, it slips away
Just a little bit everyday
Fewer trees, fewer fields
Something different 'bout the water
Bit by bit, starts adding up
Everyday, year after year
Swooping down, spinning round and round
Getting closer to the ground
Stopping just long enough for only what I need
Then back again, to that higher place
Higher and higher...still
Tip to tip, more than seven feet
A wing span longer than the average man
A symbol of courage and strength
I'm found on every dollar
More of them, less of me, I think I'll return to my tree...
More of them, less of me, I think I'll return to my tree...
Catching an updraft, higher and higher
Rising higher still
Circling and gliding, higher and higher
Then back again, to that higher place
Higher and higher...still
Something new.....something gone
Something new.....something gone
Something new.....something gone
Something new..........................
I think I'll return to my tree...if it's not gone