Inca Terra

Whirling birds of fire feathers fly

The Cloud Forest raindrops glistening in the sky

Through the mountain peaks I hear a cry

A girl leaps from the rocks, I see her puma eyes

Taking on the moon

Waiting for her chance

Reaching for the sun

Moving in a trance

From a serpent's mouth the water flows

Cascading to the sacred valley deep below

Through the rocks she spirals on her way

Her steps now lead me closer to the drums that play

Taking on the moon

Waiting for her chance

Reaching for the sun

Moving in a trance