EAGLE'S WINGS

 

If I had the wings of an eagle

I'd look down from way up high 

Watch everything that happened 

as I flew across the sky

 

Above houses, treetops and churches 

with their high pointed spires

I'd see the rich men in their mansions 

who think money fulfils all desires

 

And the postman, on his red cycle 

dodging kids on their way to school

By the river in the crude lean to

I'd see the tramp they all think is a fool

 

Somehow he always seems to be happy 

though he hasn't got much of a life

Nobody asks but they all wonder 

if he ever had kids and a wife

 

At night, I'd fly over the towns 

where high rises loom out of the gloom

I'd swoop down and fly amongst them 

peeking into each brightly lit room

 

Seeing families watching the telly 

or at dinner eating chips and steak pie

But they would never see me 

playing my game of window I spy

 

Oh yes if I had the wings of an eagle 

how wonderful it would be

I'd spend the whole week flying around 

but be home for Sunday tea.