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 Then wheeling in a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun