Red Sky Over Sonora

Copper moon shining on a bloodstained plain Hawk-wing shadow and cactus rain Spur-song ringing on broken shale Howling spirits stalk along the trail Oh, the red sky over Sonora Where the mesas burn at night Dust devils and thunder roaring And the canyons swallow the light (native war cry) Arrowheads sleeping in river sand Empty shells in a stranger's hand War drums rolling like distant floods Ocotillo blooming the color of blood Lost trails fading where no roads go Feathers and gunsmoke, high and low The wind keeps names that the stones won't tell Every dry wash a hollow bell Coyote phantoms under wolf moon glow Saguaro crosses, tombstones in a row No victors here, just the turning years And the mesquite trees drinking old men's tears (native war cry) Copper moon shining on a bloodstained plain Two kinds of ghosts in the falling rain Take the path of the flying crow This ground remembers what the living don't know Oh, the red sky over Sonora... the red sky over Sonoroa It remembers oh, it remembers The red sky over Sonora it remembers it remembers every name every name (native war cry) red sky over Sonora... it remembers every name