Winding down the dusty trail from Cathedral Butte
Walking towards the canyon walls playing Anasazi flutes
Eagles flying overhead beneath the desert sky
Makes you think of how they lived many years gone by
Wander here from time to time, give my head some space
Leave the noise and confusion, vanish without a trace
Salt creek runs through the grass as you hum that canyon tune
Brush against the desert sage just like some sweet perfume
Eight hundred years ago this canyon was their home
Eight hundred years ago, walked through the sand
Eight hundred years ago they paint these little hands
Yes, this is a timeless place, seen them come and go
They packed it up way back when, drifted on down the road
The earth, the sun, the moon, the stars meant so much back then
Years go by and though you may try, you can't bring them back again

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