Crumbling Land

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine

in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky

wheeling, soaring, gliding high



On a hill there lived a man with many shining things

shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings

wining, dining, shining king



Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies

drinking in the clear blue well

back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies

but fifty more come rolling off the floor production line



Then a man commuting like a village on the sand

in his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land

screaming, dealing, movie man



Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows

close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise

gliding high into the sky



By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise

upon the finger of the king

on high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold

then wheeling in a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun