“Tell Them”

Tell them there are kisses
Floating on the wind
Tell them there is sunshine
Coming from within
Tell them they’re a dreamer
If they expect they should win

Tell them of the mountain
Rising in the clouds
Tell them of a starving love
Dying to be found
Tell them of a secret
Hidden so deep in the ground


Tell them they’re forever
Tell them they’re alive
Tell them there’s a future
Tell them that they will survive


Tell them of the whirlwind
Moving with the dawn
Tell them of a savior
Coming from beyond
Tell them of a bright light
Showing the way to go on


Tell them they’re forever
Tell them they’re alive
Tell them there’s a future
Tell them that they will survive

Tell them that they will survive

“The Indian”

I’ve heard it said that every man’s alone
To walk the path his heart is shown
And in the end to say that he has grown
And in the end to know he has

I’ve walked a mile for every time I’ve heard
That truth is just a word
Well
Send me out on the never-ending search
I’ll find some for you

The distant trees
The rolling breeze
The burning sky
The tear in your eye

(I heard the Indian talking
From somewhere in the pines
I felt his soul a walking
Deep within the night
I saw his sky a flaming
Buffalo’s ran free
I heard the Indian talking
His words were meant for me)

The distant trees
The rolling breeze
The burning sky
The tear in your eye

I’ve heard it said that every man’s alone
To walk the path his heart is shown
And in the end to say that he has grown
And in the end to know he has

“Mr. Whiteman”

Hey Mr. Whiteman
You tell me that I’m free
Say I can choose my course
Be what I want to be
Walk along your streets
Live in your society
Still I cannot understand
Why you’re holding back your hand
Telling me I’m not a man like you
Can you prove
your words are true
Or is the talking all that you will do

Hey Mr. Whiteman
You tell me that you’ve tried
You give me figures
That deceivers have contrived
That tell about the ones
Who’ve sacrificed their lives
Trying to save our kind
Somehow educate our minds
Still we are left behind once more
When will you open up the door
When will you give me
a chance to be more

Hey Mr. Whiteman
I’ll tell you what I see
I see the rotting fruit
Heavy on the tree
Still you plant the seed
Hoping I won’t see
The hate that you still hold inside
Prejudice you try to hide
Destruction you have justified again
When will I ever call you friend
When will I ever find
A place to rest my head

“The Last of the Knife”

The mountain rises in the distant mist
The desert swelters with a pungent kiss
Could it be we’ll see the end of this
From underneath the trees

I thought I’d seen you running down the lane
Just a glimpse but I could feel your pain
Your face showed lines of running from the shame
Trying to hide the blame

How long has it been
How bad is the need
How deep cuts the knife
How much can you bleed

I’m looking for signs
I’m looking for life
I’m hoping to see
The last of the knife

Maybe someday we’ll see a world in peace
Where the common man can find release
Could it be we’ll see the hate will cease
Find the golden fleece

How long has it been
How bad is the need
How deep cuts the knife
How much can you bleed

I’m looking for signs
I’m looking for life
I’m hoping to see
The last of the knife

The mountain rises in the
Distant mist

“Raging Fire”

I woke to hear the tune the morning sings
Saw sunlight dancing upon silver wings
I reached to touch your hand and felt nothing
No matter how I tried
I could find no place to hide
From the feelings deep inside that were missing

I turned to see that bird had taken flight
I felt a loss that it had left my sight
My heart cried out to you with all my might
I could not stop the tears
Of all the hungry years
And all the endless fears that I’d held inside

The road’s a raging fire
That’s left its scars on me
And
The flames keep climbing higher
Blocking my route to the sea

I rose and dressed to face another day
Fighting hard just to make my way
I felt just like the child gone astray
You know the road is rough
These times they can be tough
I just can’t get enough of
What I need these days

The road’s a raging fire
That’s left its scars on me
And
The flames keep climbing higher
Blocking my route to the sea

I woke to hear the tune
The morning sings

“The Birds of Time”

There’s horses in them hills
Voices in the night
Time a standin’ still
A glimpse of city light

There’s silence in the dawn
Stars still in the sky
A vision from beyond
Taught me how to fly

Been running all my life
And never knowing why
Been walking on a trail
Toward mountains in the night


I’ve seen the birds of time
Cutting through the sky
They’ve shown me who I am
They taught me how to fly

“Horses Running Wild”

Sometimes you just got to be movin’ on
Searching for that valley green
Sometimes you just got to be up and gone
Chasing that elusive dream

I’ve been through your valley before
I’ve seen it’s leaves return to bloom
But her mountains are closing in around me now
I’ve got to hit that hard road soon

For
We’re all only chasing dreams
We saw on a movie screen
Some vague and distant summer as a child
And
Those dreams flow like the rolling streams
Below the rugged mountain peaks
On
The backs of horses running wild

I’ve
Searched the sky for answers to these sad affairs
Can no one teach me how to fly
It’s
Time that I went out the door and down those stairs
Time to find a different sky

For
We’re all only chasing scenes
We saw in a magazine
Some yesterday when we were still a child
And
Those scenes somehow became our dreams
And we were lost inside the scheme
Of
Searching for those horses
Running wild
Running wild

Sometimes you just got to be movin’ on