A gift to own, was not the field mountain desert plan So on three moon roam, left three boys to return a man And on the southern ride, share eyed and gallop proud They saw the silver lone wolf that would lead them through the northern clouds (Chorus) Hunting only in darkness Riding swift with the sun Now only two mustangs leaving From a smoking mound of stone Cascading falls, and fire side sounds they make Not a gift to own but a vision of who creates And on the northern ride, brought rain and peyote steam And now the silver lone wolf only watches no longer leads (Repeat chorus) He watch from jagged canyon walls He watch from feathered mountain floor He watch the elder from spirit young He watch the ghosts of two young warriors cut out each others tongue So from this three moon roam, cut in half by a path they made Long miles home, their direction not left to chance Just like they were told guided by “soldiers stance” Guided by the ghosts now no one will watch the danceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
