San Jacinto (Live 1982)

Thank you very much

Thick cloud, steam rising, hissing stone on sweat lodge fire

Around me, buffalo robe, 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

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(Hyena wakan tanka)

(Hyena wakan tanka)

(Hyena wakan tanka)

(Hyena wakan tanka)

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 Scouts 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, say

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

San Jacinto, 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

San Jacinto, yellow eagle flies down from the sun, from the sun

We will walk on the land

We will drink from the stream

We will breathe from the air

Hold the line, hold the line

Hold the line, hold the line

Hold the line, hold the line