Desert Dawn rise up early and lift your song,
From the breathe of life that rises from the growing storm.
You're the Rock of Ages consumed against your spirits,
You're the center of my West dancing on the current,
DANCING ON THE WIND!
And it's yester frusta shady by a pool
The water sings a song beneath the cottonwood.
Nighttime in the quadrants, she'll run in the sand,
Water from the southeast touched by God's own hand,
TOUCHED BY GOD'S OWN HAND!
Twilight comes to the beating of the tribal drums,
Standing flaming silhouettes before the setting sun.
When the nighttime comes you'll lay your blanket on the sand,
Reaching up into the skies and touch the star with your own hands.
WITH YOUR OWN HANDS!
Desert Dawn rise up early and lift your song,
>From the breathe of life that rises from the growing storm.
You're the Rock of Ages consumed against your spirits,
You're the center of my West dancing on the current,
DANCING ON THE WIND!

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