One Morning as the mist was lifting
O’re the mountain side,
Deep within the valley
Where the river carved her lines,
I hurried up the hillside
To catch the birth day,
And waited on the rocks there
To meet my heart again.
When finally the dawn broke free
Heard a voice return,
Said “do not fear the changes
We’ve all been there before.”
And as my soul poured out
The salt in my tears fell,
And added to the lime stone
One story of this tale.
I went out to the holler
To give her back this song,
Sang for all my ancestors
Waiting on the drum,
They gave me every single nod
To turn my head in pain,
Gave me almost every sense
Of courage I have gained.
To now be handed all the reins
Of ages left behind,
Choose to work in honor
Of the ones who’ve yet to come
For when their tiny feet meet
The earths golden shore,
They will return the honor
And sing her song once more.
3 фев 2022
