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The Chosen One
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A song about the everlasting spirit of Native Americans.
acoustic folk country lai
Lyricist on an endless quest for the perfect melody.
I'm afraid I can't claim to be a band, although I have been known to jump on a bandwagon from time to time. No, I'm just a humble lyricist who is in absolute awe of the composers who have stumbled into my life and bothered to wrap a melody around some of my words. I've been attempting to legitimately call myself a lyricist since I was about 14 years old. Have a listen, won't you, and let me know if I qualify.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
Peak #254
Peak in subgenre #81
Author
Greg C Brown/Mike DeShazer
Rights
2002 Greg C. Brown & Mike DeShazer
Uploaded
April 29, 2003
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Commissioned for a project that never materialized about Indian burial grounds. It now appears on the CD LDS Styles Volume 4.
Lyrics
The Chosen One (From the Eye of the Eagle) lyrics by Greg C. Brown BMI music by Mike DeShazer From the eye of the eagle all things can be seen; His view, far-reaching and vast. For within that grand creature a spirit does dwell; Bridging the present and past. When the ancients had spoken, their voices decreed, “One among you won’t die,” they said. Now high on top the old mountain, he guards his domain, Keeping watch over brethren long dead. He is the chosen one, he lives on and on Beyond mortality’s reach. Watching o’er the graves of the warrior braves Who lie in eternal sleep. From the harsh bite of winter, unyielding and mean, To the mad heat that summer displays, He delivers protection to those honored souls Who transcend ages, moments and days. When the ancients had spoken, their voices decreed, “One among you won’t die,” they said. Now high on top the old mountain, he guards his domain, Keeping watch over brethren long dead. He is the chosen one, he lives on and on Beyond mortality’s reach. Watching o’er the graves of the warrior braves Who lie in eternal sleep. In the hearts of his people no fight is yet won While the fires of deception still burn. And though time, the great stealer, has filled many graves, He soars high and awaits their return. He soars high…waits their return. He is the chosen one, he lives on and on Beyond mortality’s reach. Watching o’er the graves of the warrior braves Who lie in eternal sleep. In eternal sleep. From the eye of the eagle all things can be seen.
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