Oh, my home is in the mountains
I am free, I am free.
I am one with wind and eagles
I am free.
Given wings to sail in gracefulness
the sky, the sky
Given voice to sing in breathlessness
I find that I can fly, fly away
I been a long time on the highway
I benn a long time on the run
And it gets to be like chaos
Wen I’m so long away from home
and sometimes it’s just too much to bear
and I hide behind my eyes
I can picture friendly faces
and I can dream of friendly skies
and I guess that I’m the lucky one
for the truth of what I know
for my heart is not denied me
and I have somewhere to go
I shall never be a prisoner to steel and glass and stone
If I leave I will return again
to my Rocky Mountain Home
repeat first verse.
*Coda
In the hands of my fathers
In the light of the sunshine
On the wings of an eagle
I’m flying again,
I’m flying again,
I’m flying again,
I’m flying again.