| With my ears I have heard the eagle call my name
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| He flew in from the night to talk to me
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| We talked about his freedom and he spoke with great concern
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| He said, «Mother earth is aging rapidly»
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| He said, «The winds of change are blowing
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| And the land is disappearing more each day
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| Farewell my son, I must be going»
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| He turned and then forever flew away
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| With my eyes I have seen pretty mountain streams
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| Change from crystal clear to factory brown
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| The old bear shook his heard and through his eyes
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| He said, «I guess there’s no more salmon to be found»
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| He said, «The winds of change are blowing»
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| Telling me that I can’t stay
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| ?Farewell my friend, I must be going?
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| He turned and then forever walked away
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| I’ve lived in the land where the wolf mistrusted me
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| He taught me that the stronger shall survive
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| Even in our world today, the weaker are the prey
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| And if we don’t fight for our planet she will die
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| And the winds of change keep blowing
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| Yet we turn the other way
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| If we don’t stop the wrong we’re doing
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| Then mother earth will surely pass away |