[Intro] [A slow, resonant drum beat starts—like a resting heart. The soft, breathy sound of a flute follows] [Verse 1] The fire took the paper, but it couldn't take the clay The river knows your spirit, and it leads you on your way You felt the circle calling, when the drums began to roll That rhythm isn't hidden, it is written in your soul [Chorus] Sleep now, little eagle, under wings of blue The stars are old grandmothers watching over you Though the path was hidden, though the trail was long You are home within the rhythm, you are home within the song [Verse 2] Dark hair like the midnight, skin like summer earth You carry every story from the moment of your birth The mountains of the frozen North, the valley of the sun In the beating of your heart, the many become one [Bridge] [Drum intensifies slightly, becoming more rhythmic and grounding] He-ya, Ho-ya... [Soft chanting in the background] The drum is the mother The drum is the home No matter how far You may wander or roam [Outro] [The flute takes a final, high lonesome note. The drum fades to a single, quiet beat] You are recognized... You are home.
