Dance of the Thunderbirds

The clay is cracked, the earth is dry The corn hangs low under a burning sky The river is dust, the heat is grand We stomp our feet upon the thirsty land Hi-ya, ho-ya, heya-he! Hear our voices, unleash the sea Hi-ya, ho-ya, heya-he! Wash the dust, set the spirits free Eagle feathers turning in the wind Sage smoke rising where the clouds begin Stomping moccasins on the dusty floor Calling the thunder to our door Hi-ya, ho-ya, heya-he! Hear our voices, unleash the sea Hi-ya, ho-ya, heya-he! Wash the dust, set the spirits free Oh Great Spirit, open up the sky Let the waters flow, don't let us die Ho-ya! Ho-ya! Hi-ya, heya, hi-ya, heya... The earth breathes in, the storm is born Rain… let it rain…