Out Of The Mist Rising

Ten Thousand Navajo Braves

Shining Like Golden Eagles In Flight

Climbing High On The Plains



Born Of The Earth Set Free

To Run Away With The Sun

So Free To Sing In Tune With The World

Gladly High On The Plains



So Many Moons Have Flown

Now All Your Ghosts Dance The Long Shadows

War Cries That Died On Your Lips

Echo Above The Plains