Last One Gone - David Wilcox

When my grandfather spoke about the eagle

He would raise his face up to the sky

The sunlight reflecting on the water

And she flew so close as she passed by

But that?

s just an old man?

s story, that I have never seen

Cause rich men talked about the future

And big change was ringing in their ears

It?

s a one cry slipping into silence

It was one voice never more to hear

The clatter of the dozers,

The smoke of the machine

The edge is getting closer all the time

The edge is getting closer all the time

So light, lightly on the wind

So far from where she?

d always been

I saw as if I could have known

Leaving her home, flying alone

That was the last one gone

The last one gone

Gone, gone in all its glory

Gone and never said goodbye

Gone, just an old mans story

That was the last time she would fly

Fly, fly lightly on the wind,

Fly far, from where she?

d always been

I saw, as if I could have known

Leaving her home, flying alone

That was the last one gone

The last one gone

That was the last time she would fly

Gone