America's Bird

I fly over the mountains and look over the sea Its beautiful up here, every sight I see As I relax and start to soar I get quiet and start to listen a little more I hear the whisper in the wind Maybe thats the noise of my wings when they bend I represent this wonderful land You know it's me by the footprints in the sand Whenever I think about myself, I get a tingle Because I'm the nations bird, I'm the bald eagle