An Eagle in Your Mind

Lyrics

The holts are nearly always close to the sea In fallen boulders, old ruins, in cliffs Or at the top of a stack, like this High above the sea: A safe place for cubs I wait, tense... then disappointed She leaves her spraint to notify others of her visit The holts are evenly spaced, about five hundred yards apart Now for the use of any otter who passes by, with or without cubs I love you [Instrumental]