Lyrics:

Out of the mist, rising!
Ten thousand Navajo Braves, shining!
Like golden eagles in flight, climbing!
High on the Plains!

Born of the Earth, set free!
To run away with the sun, so free!
To sing in tune with the world, gladly!
Dance for the rain!


So many moons, have flown
Now all your ghosts dance the long, shadows
War cries that died on your lips, echo
Above the Plains