There's an eagle, and he keeps on flying
over the mountains capped in white snow
in green valleys lonesome people trying so hard
to tell each other what they think they know.
With greedy hands they take each other's money
just to buy back this helpless place
in this land of flowing milk and honey,
we wander thirsty in the rain
thirsty in the rain
Just like that eagle, now my soul is flying
over the valleys in the crimson morning sky
and there don't seem to be no use in struggling so hard
and there don't seem to be no reasons why
But i must fight you for a rich man's money
so i can buy back this helpless place
seems so useless and somehow funny,
to be thirsty in the rain
thirsty in the rain
Fare thee well, now my own true lover
my face you will never see here no more
but there is one promise that is given
that i will meet you on that shiny golden shore
golden shore, love where the eagles soar so high
above the fruitful plain
i'm the same friend that you knew when
we wandered thirsty in the rain
thirsty in the rain