That's a full moon rises
Throwing shadows on the planes
And all the indian dancers
'Round the fire and the flames
His medicines and magic
His spirit wonders free
He doesn't have to dream before he once to be
As far of in the distance
He is present with the dreams
One with the mountains
And the forests and the streams
He is one with the mountains
And the forests and the streams
No buffalos of Roman, no braves after war
And no pony is exchanged for the taken of his wall
He is living after his dreams with the child and pursue
Lost between to words of old and the new
He is lost between to words of old and the new
He's brought a head to the heavens
He's chanted ancient tune
Dancing around the fire, by the moon
Shouting from the heart to the moon in the sky
Dressed in the feather of the eagle flies high
He's dressed in the feather of the eagle flies high
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