Hawk and the Sound of the Stream - L.G.Szumi

Well, a girly chicken fell in love with a chicken hawk Well, a girly chicken fell in love with a chicken hawk Fell head over heels for that hawk's sweet talk She said take me up hawky, take me up in the sky She said take me up hawky, take me up in the sky I'm just a little bitty chicken and I don't know how to fly He said up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day Up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day Up, up, up, up, and away He met a bald headed eagle flying up there in the blue He met a bald headed eagle flying up there in the blue Well the eagle told the hawk, I'm goin' steal that chicken from you Well the hawk start flying like a P8 single jet Well the hawk start flying like a P8 single jet He said cool down chicken, the eagle ain't got us yet He said up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day Up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day Up, up, up, up, and away Well, you asked him for the sun, did you ask him for the moon Well, you asked him for the sun, did you ask him for the moon He said cool down, baby, we're going to be there soon He said up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day Up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day Up, up, up, up, and away

Ma-hey Ma-hey Ma-hey Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey He am my hero He am my love High on a hillside Heaven above Drifting through high and low We fly away Me and my hero Me and my love The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey He am my warrior He am my brave He gonna fight the war Freedom to save He gonna fight for love Far away Me and my warrior Me and my brave The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Ma-heya-mama Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Ma-heya-mama The spirit of the hawk (ma-hey) My people Some of them have run away to the hills And have no shelter Ma-hey No food, no one knows where they are Hear me my chiefs, I am tired Ma-hey My heart is sick and sad I will fight no more Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Ma-heya-mama The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Ma-heya-mama The spirit of the hawk Fight no more Fight no more Hear me crying out Fight no more

I wish I I wish I knew how to live Do not kill Do not kill those I should forgive But there are some desires that I cannot resist I wish I knew how to live Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... I have a hawk I have a hawk who flies above my field She's calling out She's calling out, "Justice be revealed!" She doesn't understand why the old crow steals I have a hawk who flies above my field Mercy is Mercy is the burden of the poor The powerful The powerful keep coming back for more My children seen me struggle But what is harder still Are the days when they go hungry 'Cause I'm fighting for what's real I can see it in the distance But it's something I've never seen Mercy is the burden of the poor Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... (The powerful keep coming back for more) Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Mercy is Mercy is the burden of the poor The powerful The powerful keep coming back for more But only love can give what vengeance cannot cure Mercy is the burden of the poor

This song appears on twelve albums, and was first released on the Aerie album, and has also been released on the Greatest Hits Vol 1, Earth Songs, The Very Best of John Denver (Single CD), Voice of America and The Rocky Mountain Collection albums. Live versions also appear on the An Evening With John Denver, Live In London, Thank God I'm A Country Boy, Greatest Hits, Country Classics and Live at the Sydney Opera House albums. I am the eagle, I live in high country In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers But time is still turning they soon will be dry And all of those who see me, all who believe in me Share in the freedom I feel when I fly Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars And reach for the heavens and hope for the future And all that we can be and not what we are