[Verse 1] Morning sun upon the hills in the tents in Indian village. Dust on the path, the air stands still Smoke from the fire in a cedar bowl Children laugh while the old ones stroll [Pre-Chorus] I hear the morning call One voice carries through it all We gather side by side With the day laid open wide [Chorus] Respect to the chief Respect to the chief Under the morning sun We stand as one Respect to the chief Respect to the chief Hands over heart This is where we belong [Verse 2] Beaded shoes on the packed red ground Stories move from the east all around Elders speak and the young ones lean Learning the grace in the in-between [Pre-Chorus] I hear the morning call One voice carries through it all We gather side by side With the day laid open wide [Chorus] Respect to the chief Respect to the chief Under the morning sun We stand as one Respect to the chief Respect to the chief Hands over heart This is where we belong [Bridge] Let the drum be a promise kept Let the old words not be swept From the doorway, from the dawn From the hands that carry on [Final Chorus] Respect to the chief Respect to the chief Under the morning sun We stand as one Respect to the chief Respect to the chief Hands over heart This is where we belong
