GrandFather teach me,
the ways of the old.
So that I may remember, who I am.
The sacred fire is burning deep within my soul.
The flight of the eagle, glides my way.
Aho, aho, aho, aho.
Mother earth is crying.
Her streams and rivers run.
Her spirit is reaching for father sky.
All life is connected every single living thing.
We're all apart of the same flesh and blood.
Aho, aho, aho, aho, aho, aho
The eagle sores through the sun,
and the wings of my soul.
Lift me from the flames and give me life.
The message from the skies,
guides my way through the night
The wisdom in your touch,
heals my heart.
The sacrafice of nations,
oh father hear our cry's.
And the song's of our brother's
feel the air.
Our sacred ancestors,
look down from the sky.
With the healing touch of heaven
in the eyes.
Aho, Aho, Aho,
Though the path is not easy.
I'm grateful for this life.
For the chance to hold
your face again.
When my sacred journey is over
When it all comes to an end
I'll enter the next life
to live again.
Aho, Aho, Aho, Aho, Aho, Aho, Aho, Aho