Indian Song W.Shorter/C.Foster
Smoke rings in the wind
Lament and float on round the canyons
Visions shared in meditation
Wake so many voices
Through the spirit language down to earth
Wings of power reach up to touch the heav’n
Past the sun, the moon and stars above
Tribes of circled hands
Gather with joy and festive dancing
Filling up the sky with breath
That blows into each season
Ceremonies through their mask begin
Ashes spread the ground so very thin
Medicines and remedies unseen
The Holy man raises his pipe
And prays to ‘Waken Tanka’
Asking knowledge of ‘Him’
Source of all things, yet the greatest
Unshe-ma la ye, please make my path
In the message of so many songs
That they sing from deep within…..
Hi - Ye Hi - Ye
Hi - Ye Hi – Ye
Hi – Ye Hi – Ye
Hi – Ye Hi – Ye
In the prayers of living Zunis
The ask for good fortune
Forever, (Ishalmatte), until death itself
Will end this world created
Animal, not man, will be new life
From shadows of their human past
Creatures of the land or sea
Rpt. Hi - Ye (Section)
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