High upon a mountain top
where the eagle builds his nest
i shall go wandering,
trying to put my mind at rest,
and i shall never cease
until the day i die.

he was once a friend of mine,
but i did not know or care
until she said goodbye.
i cried till i could hardly see
the meaning of my life.
what do i do now?

high upon a mountain top
where the eagle builds his nest
i shall go wandering,
trying to put my mind at rest,
and i shall never cease
until the day i die.