Black Eagle

WV2196/2025

Coloured pencils and watercolours on Steinbach paper.

 

"They came flying from far away, now I'm under their spell

I love hearing the stories that they tell

They've seen places beyond my land and they've found new horizons

They speak strangely but I understand

 

And I dream I'm an eagle

And I dream I can spread my wings

Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky

I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze

High, high, what a feeling to fly

Over mountains and forests and seas

And to go anywhere that I please...."

 

EAGLE - Abba, 1978 (excerpt)

 

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