Strawbs - Turn Me Round lyrics

My life is never peaceful As I fly me high above For I hover like an eagle With an olive branch of love With the vision of a hunter And the conscience of a dove Turn me round Now the eagle holds the aces When it comes to strength and pace For the dove is a beginner In the universal race But lonely is the hunter As he closes in the chase Turn me round Clear my vision Let me see the light Turn me round Change position Give the blind man sight Turn me round Let me see the tracery Of the lines upon your face As I kneel in contemplation Of your majesty and grace For the eagle in his sorrow Is a man in sure disgrace My dove, my mediator May you flourish in your solitude A haven in the storm clouds Let me paint you in your studio May the brushmarks on the canvas Show the eagle in his eerie mood