When I was just a seed
My family pointed everything towards heaven
A grove within a sea
The happy push and pull of taking and sharing
Yeah we had community
Receiving from the sun, the soil and water
When lightning struck the hill
The Spirit came to me and I pushed into the world
When I was a child men came for furs and freedom
They cut a path
They looked up in the sky and called it heaven
I grew tall and heard them fasten to me swings
They hung their laughter
Come here to me
Your favor and respect is all I'm after
...........Now they're all obsessed with space
They use the word when they speak of heaven
My skin is hard and thick
I got forty thousand eyes but no more family
Come back to me
Spirit plant my seed
I need to see the sun in shadowed slivers
Feel the mist of nearby rivers
Was I born the be a terminus in a long line of givers?
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lyrics
$$$
credits
from The Medders,
released September 1, 2009
Cheyenne vox, acoustic guitar
Will lap steel, recorder
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