Out across the prairie, cloud shadows on the run Miles away I see them chased by wind and cast by sun The spirit on this mountain, today and yesterday Is a song you feel within you that the wind and trees do play Crying in this holy place, eyes open through the night That I might see what you can only see in darkest night One thing I see for certain in the light of stars above If we love this land we walk upon we’ve got to hold on to what we love To what we love So high above the prairie that you can barely see Soars a spotted eagle, so easy and so free In an ever-rising spiral, ever closer to the sun To soar so high so easily, she is the only one Dancing in this holy place... But what’s this now I’m seeing, just a speck against the blue A red-tailed hawk is following, he wants to go there too But for him it’s not so easy to ride the currents high He soars and falls and beats again, struggling to fly Praying in this holy place... To make this mountain journey it is no easy climb You have to stop and rest yourself, it takes a long, long time I know I’m bound to stumble as I struggle here today But with those who’ve gone before me, I’m walking on this way Crying in this holy place... Crying in this holy place...