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THE MOUNTAIN WITH WINGS
Red Eagle, Red Eagle,
The red man's own mountain!
Red Eagle, Red Eagle,
The mountain with wings,
Where the butterflies fly in white rings,
Where the chipmunks display an especial fantastic
And seem to be spreading red wings.
Red Eagle, Red Eagle, where sunrise and sunset
Seem to be spreading red wings.
Red Eagle, Red Eagle, where waterfalls shake the walls
Seem to be splitting the canyons and valleys,
Seem to be spreading red wings.
The red man's own mountain!
Red Eagle, Red Eagle,
The mountain with wings,
Where the butterflies fly in white rings,
Where the chipmunks display an especial fantastic
And seem to be spreading red wings.
Red Eagle, Red Eagle, where sunrise and sunset
Seem to be spreading red wings.
Red Eagle, Red Eagle, where waterfalls shake the walls
Seem to be splitting the canyons and valleys,
Seem to be spreading red wings.
Red Eagle
Where he
Who sleeps under
That wonder,
The aspen,
Dreams that its whiteness is wrapped round in fire,
Till it seems to be spreading red wings,
And climbed by a feathered green serpent that stings.
Where he
Who sleeps under
That wonder,
The aspen,
Dreams that its whiteness is wrapped round in fire,
Till it seems to be spreading red wings,
And climbed by a feathered green serpent that stings.
Oh mountain, endowed with the pride of the bird
That sings not, but rules every songster that sings,
And sets me to singing and lifting my head,
And spreading my sky with red wings, red wings!
That sings not, but rules every songster that sings,
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And spreading my sky with red wings, red wings!
Red Eagle, Red Eagle,
The red man's own mountain,
That seems to be spreading red wings.
The red man's own mountain,
That seems to be spreading red wings.
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