Big clouds, steam rising
Hissing stone, non -swept larch fire
Around me buffalo rope,
sage and bundle up on my skin.
Outside cold air, stand away for rising sun
Red paint, eagle feathers,
coyote calling, it has begun
Something moving in,
taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying slow
Letting go of life
And I won't get drunk
again
Medicine man lead me
up through town
Indian ground so far down
Cut up land, each house a pool
Kids wear ing water wings,
drinkin' cool
Fol low dry ri verbed
Watch scouts and guides make
loud house signs
Pass
Geronimo's disco
Sitting bulls stay cows,
white men dream
Rattle in the old man's fat stay
Look at mountaintop,
keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow
White wind blow
I hold the line
The line of strength that pulls
me through the fear
San
Jacinto
I hold the light
San
Jacinto
The poison bites
The darkness takes my sight
I hold the light
And the tears fall down my soul
I think I'm losing it, getting weaker
I'm on the line, I'm on the line
San
Ysidro, yellow eagle who flies
down from the sun
From the sun
this
this
um
We will walk on the land
We will breathe of the air
We will drink from the stream
We will live, hold the line
Hold the line, hold the line
We will live, hold the line
Hold the line,
hold the line
You