In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine

in a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky

wheeling, soaring, gliding high

On a hill there lived a man with many shining things

shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings

wining, dining, shining king

Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies

drinking in the clear blue well

back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies

but fifty more come rolling off the floor production line

Then a man commuting like a village on the sand

in his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land

screaming, dealing, movie man

Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows

close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise

gliding high into the sky

By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise

upon the finger of the king

on high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold