San Jacinto (Remastered 2002)

Thick cloud

Steam rising

Hissing stone on sweat lodge fire

Around me

Buffalo roam

Sage in bundle

Rub on skin

Outside

Cold air

Stand

Wait for rising sun

Red paint

Eagle feathers

Coyote calling

It has begun

Something moving in

I taste it in my mouth and in my heart

It feels like dying

Slow

Letting go of life

Medicine man lead me up through town

Indian ground

So far down

Cut up land

Each house

A pool

Kids wearing water wings

Drink in cool

Follow dry river bed

Watch scout and guides make pow wow signs

Past geronimo's disco

Sit 'n' bull steakhouse

White men dream

A rattle in the old man's sack

Look at mountain top

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

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I hold the line

San jacinto

The poison bite and darkness take my sight

I hold the line

And the tears roll down my swollen cheek

Think I'm losing it

Getting weaker

I hold the line

I hold the line

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Yellow eagle flies down from the sun

From the sun

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