Two Feathers from an Eagle

"Milton is my Irish name
You wouldn't remember my real
I can hardly spell it myself
But I know what it means"

The mayor of Cameron, Arizona
Drives us through a great plain
Filled with a million tiny trees
To a place with a river seven thousand feet below

His name is Two feathers from an eagle
He knows how to move smooth and strong
High up around in the canyons
And on the dry fields in the valley below

The black raven glides around
In mountains purple and red
It turns, it turns again
And suddenly it's out of sight

The mayor of Cameron, Arizona
Drives us through a great plain
Filled with a million tiny trees
To a place with a river seven thousand feet below

His name is Two feathers from an eagle
He knows how to move smooth and strong
High up around in the canyons
And on the dry fields in the valley below

So many of us
Together on the verge
We make a crowd
But in the all, we're small
Just so small

"Milton is my Irish name
You wouldn't remember my real
I can hardly spell it myself
But I know what it means"



Credits
Writer(s): Su Andersson
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