Fire looming over orange painted hill Sun sets in careful refrain Smoke will settle through the cold valley air Awake the head awake the soul Fire looms where darkness prevails Over the peak of human land Bombers fly mystery lines in the sky Soon men with wherewithal will come to see All that is green is left to burn In caves stories told the truth Valley collapse with lost fir, pine Lodge polls with beds of cedar bark The tube of life is in the grass The life that has no deep rooted paths Over the hill where men learn to leak Road of asphalt scars the earth And smoke of fire shrouds the air But oh little Indian boy is the same Loves the earth but has only a brain Some understand lost in a trace Bring it back, westward front Get whatÕs right, tread of feet Come home to what is real
