Echoes

Echoes
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
Out of the mist, emerge ten thousand Navajo braves, shining like golden eagles as they climb high on the plains. Born of the Earth and set free to run alongside the sun, they joyfully sing in harmony with the world, exulting in their freedom...