Eagle Jet to Me

When have friends ever returned to a place most favoured but most forgotten?

Life is best defined by the days spent with each other.
Flying over head
Soaring Like a bird
An aero plane
Eagle Jet to me
Feeling like a Zeppelin
All of the time
While looking down
On The small
I free my mind

Flying overhead
Soaring like a bird
An aero plane
Zooming like a jet
Over everything
So beautiful is time

Seen the sails
Of a thousand ships
At port and sea
And loved the sounds
Of the whistles blowing
And loved it more
While holding your hands
We flew you and me

You give me song to sing
A place for my own
To rest my head after
A good strong laugh
Has filled our wings
With trade winds
To follow course
A beacon of Joy
In rhythm and harmony