Lyrics

This old world has lost so much
The meaning of a tender touch
No heart to watch this game unfold if love?s a thing that?s only bought and sold

No matter what I hear them say
I know there is a better way
We were not meant to live in fear, but for a place we only glimpse from here

But on wings like the eagle you can see from the sky
These streets far below him as he watches on high
In rocky, high temples only reached on the wing
There are hushed, holy places and new songs to sing

And if we search we still can find
That empire glimpsed in heart and mind
Where love is king and men are sane
And fields grown wild are sown to live again

Lord, give us wings like the eagle whose home is the sky
See these streets far below us, small when seen from on high
In rocky, high temples only reached on the wing
We?ll find hushed, holy places and new songs to sing

And if we search we still can find
That empire glimpsed in heart and mind
Where love is king and men are sane
And fields grown wild are sown to live again

Lord, give us wings like the eagle whose home is the sky
See these streets far below us, small when seen from on high
In rocky, high temples only reached on the wing
We?ll find hushed, holy places and new songs to sing

Lord, give us wings like the eagle whose home is the sky
See these streets far below us, small when seen from on high
In rocky, high temples only reached on the wing
We?ll find hushed, holy places and new songs to sing
New songs to sing

Words and Music Copyright Chris Betts 1988