Above the mountain, the mountain An eagle is flying High above the mountain...
Above the mountain, the mountain An eagle is flying High above the mountain An eagle come down To the soldier who falters The soldier on the ground By the mountain I feel nothing For in my own heart Every tree is broken The first tree will not blossom The second will not grow The third is almost fallen Since you betrayed me so, since you
writers: POLLY JEAN HARVEY
copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
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