I praise you for the rivers the mountains and the streams I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams I praise all your creations the mountains and the streams I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams
I praise you for my children the mountains and the streams I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams I praise you for my people the mountains and the streams I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams The visions and the dreams, the visions and the dreams
I was holding on to my grandad's hand He was pointing to the promised land That lay beyond the reservation road He said don't make promises that you won't keep Don't betray the earth beneath your feet As we walked on the reservation road
Chorus: And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind And sound of horses thundering they echoed once again Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong A thousand dreams away from that reservation road A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
Then his spirit soared into the sky Beyond the place where eagle fly And my tears fell on the reservation road
Now a hundred moons have come and gone And I'm holding on to my newborn son One day he'll walk on the reservation road
Chorus: And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind And sound of horses thundering they echoed once again Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong A thousand dreams away from that reservation road A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
I was holding on to my grandad's hand He was pointing to the promised land That lay beyond the reservation road It went way beyond the reservation road
Have you ever walked on the reservation road? Let me take you down the reservation road Like to take some Senators down the reservation road Let me take you down the reservation road Let me take you down the reservation road
Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plains In an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rain In a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting tumbleweed Thumbing through some magazine that he can't even read
Now tumbleweed remembers how the west was won and lost The homestead act and the dust bowl, everybody paid the cost And the great white father promised to treat his children all the same Back when Indian territory was Oklahoma's name
Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
Well his boot heals tap in time to an old flat top guitar And he's a guitar local hero and he sings straight from the heart And his tip jar just a jungle of worn old dollar bills He makes his rent and grocery in the local bar and grill
When he starts to picking that old guitar you know the people turn and stare When he starts to sing the songs he wrote wells there's magic in the air Cause his song can heal your wounded heart, he can set you spirit free He can raise you hopes to be the very best that you can be
Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
So if you cross the Mississippi, you head out on the open plain And you pass through Oklahoma and the sky begins to rain And you feeling kind of rootless, you can't find no place to rest Just remember tumbleweed, he's the spirit of the west
Oh the desert blows old tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
A child will walk, a child will run A child with faith, faith will fly
Anita hasn't walked right since she was small Her legs are short and twisted not straight and tall She learned when she was young how to deal with the rejection Cast into a world with all it standards of perfection
Most people looked away with a downward glance And as a beautiful young woman, she was never asked to dance Her dreams were just as lofty as the girl next door And she remember what her father said when she couldn't take no more
He said Someday your going to soar like a eagle, You will run and never grow tired You'll become a new creation If you just keep the faith of a child, Keep the faith of a child
Now Anita lives alone in a paper mill town In a one room apartment at sixth and brown She's got a steady job well its all right for now She has plans for moving on if she can make it some how
Her brown hands are folded as she bows her head to pray Over doughnuts and some coffee she made up yesterday Her mind begins to travel, she gives thanks to the lord And a angel stands beside her, points out to the door
And said Today you going to soar like a eagle You will run and never grow tired You've become a new creation For you have kept the faith of a child Kept the faith of a child, kept the faith of a child
A boy heard the voice of the whippoorwill one night and went out to find where he was singing. He had to walk quite a ways through a big field, because the song of the whippoorwill carried so well in the wind he sound much closer then he really was. And on the way the boy found a well worn trail, so he stayed on it for a while. And sitting in the middle of the trail was coyote, and coyote was singing too. He turned and saw the boy and he said "Why are you follow me?" The boy was frightened and said "Well the trail you made happened to be a short and easy way through this field. Then coyote asked "Well if your not following me then why are you here?" "Well I heard the beautiful song of the whippoorwill and wanted to watch him sing." "Well do you not think my songs are beautiful?", said coyote. "Oh", said the boy, "there good but I hear you all the time. I much prefer the songs of the whippoorwill" This made coyote furious and he was jealous of the whippoorwill's song. He said "Listen to my night song you might like this one" And he pulled back his head and yodeled out a tune. The boy covered his ears and politely said, "Thank you for the song, but I must be going now." "Well", coyote said, "I can show you a short cut to the whippoorwill boy, and where he sings is just over there." Pointing his claw, smiling out of the side of his mouth. The boy paused, looked around, he knew the night was passing fast so he agreed to follow coyote. But coyote's trail was rough and rocky. And the boy fell in quite a few gopher holes along the way. Coyote turned around and laughed and he yelled to the boy. "Were almost there, hurry up." Coyote was at a full trot but the boy had just fallen again and hurt his knee. And by the time he got to the place where the whippoorwill had been singing all night, it was morning. Whippoorwill was gone. And so was coyote, in fact he could hear coyote's songs in another field. So the boy turned and headed for home, covered with burrs, misquito bites and a skinned up knee. And it was many summers later when the boy became a wiser man. And he realized, there are no shortcuts to find something you really love. But there are many trails in this life. So you must stay true to your path, and always keep and eye out for coyote.
I dreamed I saw crazy horse, riding through the badlands he was wild and brave and free I swear I heard the crys of the innocent victims in the wind at wounded knee Theres a trail of tears we could follow, can you hear the footsteps of the Cherokee Its a trail of broken promises, will you walk this trail with me
We can find america down the trail of freedom Walk the way of my fathers from sea to sea Oh can you find america, hear the drums of freedom Gonna find it together, walk this trail Walk the trail with me
I felt the Chipawa wind off Lake Michigan on a cold Chicago day I heard the thunder of the Seminoles, way down in the everglades And I've seen it in the beauty of a Navaho girl, like a flower in the desert heat And I've felt it in the pride of a Cheyene dancer, as he moved to an ancient beat
Oh can you find america down the trail of freedom Walk the way of my fathers from sea to sea Yeah we can find america, hear drums of freedom Gonna find it together, walk this trail Walk the trail with me
I walk the streets of Gallup, New Mexico on a saturday night I watched my brothers fall to the alcohol, we were going down without a fight Hey brothers, we must walk with the pride of Cheif Joseph, have the courage of Geronimo For this trail its long, so you have to be strong, just to find your way back home
We can find america down the trail of freedom Walk the way of my fathers from sea to sea Oh can you find america, hear the drums of freedom Gonna find it together, walk this trail Walk the trail with me
like two dogs on an open road like two flowers on an old gravestone like two leaves tumblin' in the wind i?m searchin? for a beginning that has no end
and i'm rollin' with the thunder still waitin' for the rain rollin' with the thunder still waitin' for the rain like two boots in a salvation army store like two sailors out lookin' for a whore two broken windows in a burned out van i?m a fugitive lookin' for a one-armed man
two rings in an old pawn shop two dusty winos cussin' out a cop two tumbleweeds blowin' across the plain we?re all dry seeds just waitin' for the rain
My people were here long before the others cast their sails to the wind Before the tears of innocence like a hard rain would desend My people spread like eagle wings across the mountains and the plains Now the feathers have been broken but the eagle still remains
My people heard the thundering as the iron horse crossed the land Its echos drowning out the cries of those who could not understand My people watched the buffalo dying in the sun While those tracks of steal lead to the sea, their will be done
Now their blood flows through these rivers and then into our veins And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame And their blood flows through these rivers just like an endless rain And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame
My people have fought for this land, here and across the sea Their shadows cast on sacred ground for all enturnity My people's pride still can soar and dance across this land You can see it in the eys of every woman, child, and man
Because the blood flows through these rivers and then into our veins And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame And their blood flows through these rivers just like an endless rain And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame
My people are the Navoho, my people are the Cherokee My people are Arapoho, my people are Menominee My people are, my people are...
You speak to me through a broken window You are alive in an old oak tree You hold me close when the winter wind blows I hear your footsteps on the street
I feel your prsence in the early mornin' I dream of you in the darkest nite You call to me without a warning I see your face in the fires lite
This kind of love you cannot hold This kind of love it has no shame This kind of love is never old This kind of love you cannot hold This kind of love you cannot tame
You found a way through all my secrets And made my proud defences fall This kind of love it has no distance This kind of love it knows no walls
This kind of love you cannot hold This kind of love it has no shame This kind of love is never old This kind of love you cannot hold This kind of love you cannot tame
Some are born to wealth, and given shelter from the storm Some were always held and had a fire to keep them warm Some are born to poverty with no roof above their head Some are facing suicide and wishin' they were dead
There are those with flowing rivers right outside their door Refugees in boats who may never reach the shore Some pray for rain and the pay for it in blood When it rains for forty days we are all victims of the flood
Somewhere a brave heart must survive Yes someday the truth will bury the lie Yah somewhere a brave heart must survive
Too many here been prisoners deserving to be free Too many in the darkness and they have no eyes to see In the middle of the night they are taken from their homes And they dig a common grave to cover up their flesh and bones
But a new day in dawning for the beggars and the blind For those who have suffered and were always left behind But the chains will be broken and the fences will come down And we will walk as brothers once again on the sacred ground
Somewhere a brave heart must survive Yes someday the truth will bury the lie Yah somewhere a brave heart must survive
If I took away your shelter, put you on the street If I took away your table and chairs, threw away your meat Stole away your wife and child, see how lonesome you would be Is that what it would take for you to listen to me
If I took away your legs and you could never walk If I took away your words and you could never talk Blinded your eyes and you could never see Locked you up in shackles and you were no longer free Is that what it would take for you to listen to me...
Listen to me, I am the thunder you refuse to hear I am the Rock you can't hide under You have nothing more to fear This is a time for healing, the scars upon the land My son, listen to me..
If I gave you a blanket, you could be warm If I gave you a roof to stay under Would that save you from the storm Gave you all the money you could ever spend Do you think that means your troubles would finally end Is that what it would take for you to listen to me
Listen to me, I am the thunder you refuse to hear I am the Rock you can't hide under You have nothing more to fear This is a time for healing, the scars upon the land My son, listen to me
I give you the seed dig your roots deep in the land Here's a blade to turn the soil grow somethin' in the sand I give you all me blessings, my blood runs through your veins I will stand beside you, even when it rains My son listen to me
Listen to me, I am the thunder you refuse to hear I am the Rock you can't hide under You have nothing more to fear This is a time for healing, the scars upon the land My son, listen to me..
