The vultures are flying lower than they used to They don’t waste their time on old bleached bones It’s too damned hot, and I feel choked out Our past betrayed by smoke and mirrors
All she gives is a stone facade Like ill-given flowers at a dead man’s wake Here we slave for the dreams of another And fight over scraps like wayward dogs
The ash under a red stone guides the way The embers of his words ignite our souls My love and I, we will follow We’ll find our valley of the moon
These words a mirror of his own heart And to the land he gave it to Looking back to the strength of our blood A great river of fortune and will
All they gave, they gave for us A better life in a better land
The ash under a red stone guides the way The embers of his words ignite our souls My love and I, we will follow We’ll find our valley of the moon
A place where we can be who we are And just what we were meant to be Plain to hold and see of what we’re made Spirit, sinew, blood, and soil
Up horses now, and straight and true Let every broken furrow run The strength you sweat shall blossom yet And golden glory to the sun
The ash under a red stone guides the way The embers of his words ignite our souls My love and I, we will follow We’ll find our valley of the moon