(Soft,
breathy
sigh)
Peace
in
the
sky...
Love
in
the
land...
The
eagle
has
landed
home.
The
eagle
wings
are
still,
hovering
low,
Over
the
territory,
watching
the
flow.
I
found
my
treasure,
the
jewel
in
the
light,
No
more
the
shadows,
no
more
the
fight.
I
declare
a
silence,
a
truce
in
the
air,
For
the
queen
has
arrived,
beyond
all
compare.
Oh,
the
eagle
finds
his
rest,
In
the
beauty
of
the
sacred
nest.
My
queen
of
Africa,
crown
made
of
grace,
I
see
my
future
in
your
quiet
face.
Peace
and
love,
our
kingdom's
song,
This
is
the
place
where
we
belong.
She
rises
with
shouting,
a
song
from
the
heart,
Loyalty
bound,
never
to
depart.
With
hands
on
the
earth,
she
kneels
to
the
ground,
Humility
deep,
in
the
silence
I've
found.
Ready
to
serve,
ready
to
hold,
A
love
story
written
in
legends
of
old.
Oh,
the
eagle
finds
his
rest,
In
the
beauty
of
the
sacred
nest.
My
queen
of
Africa,
crown
made
of
grace,
I
see
my
future
in
your
quiet
face.
Peace
and
love,
our
kingdom's
song,
This
is
the
place
where
we
belong.
Softly
now,
the
promise
is
deep,
In
the
promises
that
we
keep.
From
the
mountains
down
to
the
sea,
You
are
the
soul
that
was
waiting
for
me.
So
let
the
drums
beat
low,
let
the
winds
be
still,
We
bow
to
the
love
that
we
always
will.
Eagle
and
Queen,
our
spirits
are
one,
Under
the
light
of
the
setting
sun.
Peace
and
love...
My
queen
of
grace... (
Fade
into
silence)
So
still...
so
home.