Where Eagles Fly © John Johns 2010
Your sombre hills your rugged grace - seem to hear you call my name * Every time I leave I always know - have to return again * Your snowy peaks - where eagles fly * Your douglas firs reach for the sky * I wonder why * Each time I leave - each sad goodby * Each time I leave - each sad goodby *
CHORUS * And now you’re calling me once more * Back to your pacific shores * Vancouver Island - I wonder why * Each time I leave - each sad goodby * Each time I leave - each sad goodby *
Arbutus trees cling to the face - canyons cliffs and hidden coves * Green fields and vineyards find their place - amidst your cedar groves * Your emerald waters wash the sands * Your ancient forest cross your lands * I wonder why * Each time I leave - each sad goodby * Each time I leave - each sad goodby *
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