Old Goldeneye, you gaze at me,
Old warrior, old hunter, old friend,
If I could but see what you do see,
I could behold our mortal end.
I see in your eye that blazing Fire,
That raw and relentless passion,
That call that draws you higher, higher,
In the wild in God's creation.
Goldeneye, how do I appear,
In that noble, primal stare,
Am I friend or am I fear,
Or do you even care?
Oh Goldeneye within this cage,
I wish that I could be,
The one who'd end your silent rage,
And set your spirit free.