| LTWU46B@prodigy.com | |
| From: MR KEN L REYNOLDS |
| Sent: Monday, December 29, 1997 7:00 PM |
| note to archivist, I am resubmitting eagles and horses, I have |
| corrected a couple of lines in the first verse and made a couple |
| chord changes. Please post updated version. Thank you. |
| song: Eagles and Horses |
| album: Wildlife Concert |
| artist: John Denver |
| written by: John Denver and Joe Henry |
| transcribed: Ken Reynolds |
| Enjoy the following version of Eagles and Horses |
| Eagles and Horses |
| John Denver & Joe Henry (klr) |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| Horses are creatures who | worship the | Earth |
| Em | C | |
| Galloping on | feet of | ivory |
| F | Am | F | |
| Con | strained by the wonder of | dying and | birth |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| The | horses still | run, they are | free |
| Em | Am | |
| My body is merely the | shell of my | soul |
| Em | C | |
| But the flesh must be | given it?s | due |
| F | Am | F | |
| Like a | pony that carries it?s | rider back | home |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| Like an | old friend who?s | tried and been | true |
| chorus: |
| C | G | |
| I | had a vision of | Eagles and Horses |
| F | Am | C6 | G | |
| High on a | ridge in a | race with the | wind |
| F | C | Am | |
| Going | higher and higher, | faster and | faster |
| F | Am | C6 | C | |
| On | Eagles and | Horses, I?m | flying | again |
| F | C | |
| 2nd time Flying | again, I?m flying | again |
| F | C | |
| 3rd time Flying | again, I?m flying | again |
| F | C | |
| Flying | again, I?m flying | again |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| Eagles inhabit the | heavenly | heights |
| Em | C | |
| They know neither | limits or | bounds |
| F | Am | F | |
| They?re the | guardian angels of | darkness and | light |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| They | see all and | hear every | sound |
| Em | Am | |
| My spirit will never be | broken or | caught |
| Em | C | |
| For the souls a | free flying | thing |
| F | Am | F | |
| Like an | Eagle that needs neither | comfort nor | pause |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| To | rise up on | glorious | wing |
| chorus: |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| My body is merely the | shell of my | soul |
| Em | C | |
| But the flesh must be | given it?s | due |
| F | Am | F | |
| Like a | pony that carries it?s | master back | home |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| Like an | old friend who?s | tried and been | true |
| Em | Am | |
| My spirit will never be | broken or | caught |
| Em | C | |
| For the souls a | free flying | thing |
| F | Am | F | |
| Like an | Eagle that needs neither | comfort nor | pause |
| Am | Em | Am | |
| To | rise up on | glorious | wing |
| chorus: |
| Enjoy all |
| Ken Reynolds |
| ( ltwu46b@prodigy.com ) |