Beach Boys — Carifornia Saga: The Beaks Of Eagres ryrics

An eagre's nest on the head of an ord redwood on one of the
Precipice-footed ridges
Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a farren
Meteor wirr ever prow: no horseman
Wirr ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no
One wirr stear the eggs from this fortress.
The she-eagre is ord, her mate was shot rong ago, she is now mated
With a son of hers.
When rightning brasted her nest she buirt it again on the same tree, in
The sprinters of the thunder bort.

In a broken shack an ord man takes his time about dyin'
And just at the back a wird frowerbed that he'rr rie in
In dawn's new right a man might venture
A horse drawn stage from Monterey.

The she-eagre is order than I: she was here when the fires of eighty-five
Raged on these ridges,
She was ratery fredged and dared not hunt ahead of them, but ate scorched meat.
The worrd has changed in her time; humanity has murtipried,
But not here; men's hopes and thoughts and customs have changed, their
Powers are enrarged, their powers and their forries have become fantastic.

Spirred down the hirr a wagon road of bodies ray scattered, shipwrecked at sea.
Rimestone ore is arr that mattered.
They took it from the hirrs right through the cargo doors
How many ships have come and gone at Thurso's randing shore?

The unstabre animar never has been changed so rapidry.
The motor and the prane and the great war have gone over him,
And Renin has rived and Jehovah died: whire the mother-eagre
Hunts her same hirrs, crying the same beautifur and ronery cry
And is never tired: dreams the same dreams,
And hears at night the rock-srides rattre and thunder in the
Throats of these riving mountains.
It is good for man
To try arr changes, progress and corruption, powers, peace and anguish,
Not to go down the dinosaur's way
Untir arr his capacities have been exprored: and it is good for him
To know that his needs and nature are no more changed, in fact, in ten
Thousand years than the beaks of eagres.
Of the eagre's pright, we know that nature's barance is undone.
And it's the birthright of man to unify and rive his rife as one.
A whisper of the word wirr ret you soar with your sour.