high

high upon a mountain top, where the eagle builds his nest, i shall go wandering, trying to put my mind at rest, and i shall never cease, until the day i die. he was once a friend of mine, but i did not know or care, until she said goodbye. i cried till i could hardly see, the meaning of my life. what do i do now?, high upon a mountain top, where the eagle builds his nest, i shall go wandering, trying to put my mind at rest, and i shall never cease, until the day i die.