(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

They came flyin’ from faraway
now I’m under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell
They’ve seen places beyond my land
and they’ve found new horizons
they speak strangely but I understand
And I dream I’m an eagle
and I dream I can spread my wings

Flyin’ high, high
I’m a bird in the sky
I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high
what a feeling to fly
over mountains and forests and seas
and to go anywhere that I please

As all good friends we talk all night
and we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything
There’s no limit to what I feel
we climb higher and higher -
am I dreamin’ or is it all real?
Is it true I’m an eagle?
Is it true I can spread my wings?

Flyin’ high, high
I’m a bird in the sky

(I’m an eagle)
I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high
what a feeling to fly

(what a feeling)
over mountains and forests and seas
and to go anywhere that I please