The Spirit Trail

(альбом: The Wild Places - 1990)

The light is long the sun is low
I'm riding fast across this dusty road
But I don't want to be, no I don't want to be

Above the ridge an eagle flies
In lazy circles in the western skies
I want to fly with him I want to walk the spirit trail

I've seen them come I've seen them go
Off to the oilfields and rodeos
To find a better way, they leave their native soil
But I can hear a different song
The drum within my heart is beating strong
I want to follow it, I've got to walk the spirit trail
Let every creature I see be a brother and a friend to me
Let every step that I take leave the footprints of a warrior
Along the spirit trail
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo
They took the land, they took control
They robbed my father of his very soul
To be like one of them, to be like one of them
But I was born a native son
And I will never be another one
To give it all away I've got to walk the spirit trail
Let every creature I see be a brother and a friend to me
Let every step that I take leave the footprints of a warrior
Along the spirit trail
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Let every creature I see be a brother and a friend to me
Let every step that I take leave the footprints of a warrior
Along the spirit trail
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo
Heya-heya heya hiyo