Текст песни The Catskill Eagle - Deborah Stokol

There is a wisdom that is woe
But there is a woe that is madness

And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls
That can alike dive down into the blackest gorges
And soar out of them again

And become invisible in the sunny spaces

And even if he for ever flies within the gorge
That gorge is in the mountains

So that even in his lowest swoop
The mountain eagle is still
Higher than other birds upon the plain
Eve though they snoar