The old man stopped and thought
Well, now I'm 85
And while I'm still alive
I must rectify a few things
I never dreamed way back when I was 21
There'd be so much left undone
And I would never grow wings
Should there be a need to delay my certain sunset
Will there be a plan for me to try?
I know the only way to fly
I must find a golden eagle
Resting somewhere on the ground
And ride him ever westward
Never see the sun go down
Sometimes the challenge presses hard upon my brow
And I know the time is now
But my wits are stiff and swollen
I pay my dues and limp a rough and rocky climb
As I try to buy some time
Before the dark has fallen
I am but a man
Can I stop encroaching shadows?
Would that I could keep the black away
I have a scheme to save the day
I will find a golden eagle
Resting somewhere on the ground
And ride him ever westward
Never see the sun go down
And I'll ride him for circles
A hundred million times
And then if I have finished
All the half-done chores that I'm now facing
I'll bring him on home
