Dance with me, this sacred day. I got to open my heart to pray. I want to sing glory in the wind. Why don't you come on in. Listen to the will of the human race. We are making it a perfect place. And if you dance with me, upon this shore, you will find we all adore. Love rules the airwaves. Love rules this daze. Love rules the human face, because heaven is on her waves. There you stand to hold the smoke clear, let the soul rise up without any fear. And we shall find, a ruling heart that binds, to bring us together once again (fluttering sound). Stand with me on this merry-go-round, the single most important pound. Your heart beat knows perfectly, just what you feel in the breeze. Come and dance with me, this sacred day, learn about love will find a way. And if you don't have faith to live, then bow down and break the sound and give. Give your soul away. Say God I am hear today. I will listen to your heart. I will beam to nether of the arc. I will send my love to you. Now child, come and dance for a sacred view.
Set your heart in park. Listen to the holy ark. And find a place to see, the rolling hills eternally. come and save your soul. Come and brave the cold. And when we stop to hear the park, that's when we believe. Heaven is here to seize. Heaven is here to believe. Come and dance and sing a song, then we get along. Feel the beat of the drum. Feel the beat of the drum. I think you need to bow with me, bless the sacred nine sacred trees. Hold me close to tow your feelings, because hold on tight it's reeling. When the sun comes up this day, hold my feather and watch me pray. We are children of the sacred sun, listen to my brothers, we are on the run.
I want to share with you. I want to share with you. I bow down to show you, how to blow the fuse, light that fire and be a muse (echoing). We are children on the running fields. And we bow down to know our heels/heals. We are children looking for a better day, to fill the world with love and human praise. We are children on the sacred tree. Feel my love in the breeze. And I know the sacred pipes divine, will share the smoke that chimes. Holy are the men who bow down. holy are the woman who frowns. Holy are the children who cow down, four directions make sound. I bless you nine directions true. I bless you with fire I imbue. I bless you with water on the tree. I know you need me. I share and bless, this sacred nest, because it's time to converse with God's love. We the children are looking for the human race, over the sacred rolling hills. Come share with me, tell me a story please. Come share with me, I will bless this pipe for all to seize.
Listen Children to a story, that was written long ago. Four directions that gifted glory, just for us to knows. And we are the lights of heavenly delight. We are the music in our souls. We are the making of this salvation, because we walk on our toes/tows. Listen children to a story, that was written long ago. We are running over the glory and into the mighty shore. Waves of constanence. Waves of bringing true, the bells of human fun, just for us to learn to run. All of you children are you listening, it's time to be free. You think you know, but it's now a show, love is about to explode. Tomorrow tells a greater story, when we feel it in our hearts. Sing true to the new place, the dreaming of the space, inside our vision, will send us home. Listen children to the story, of when the pipe was sown. We must remember the sacred circle, of what was born and died to hone. There was a day, we forgot our waves. We forgot to pray, till this day. Now we remember we must bow and please, all the relatives in the sacred seas. Listen children to a story, that was written long ago, bring it home for us to sow, to know of glory once more. yesterday was grand. Tomorrow we stand, but now in your heart, you can sow. Plant all your dreams, then watch them beam into the fields of sacred white snow. Remember, it's what the pipe told.
There was a day in the memory, that we did sleep away. Long time ago in the memories, we did know what to sow. We planted our seeds, watched all in the breeze. Now it's time to watch it grow. Listen to the pipe in your heart. Listen the voice that shares your part. Listen to the circle that bows to the view, one sacred true. Listen to the daze of what made us pure. We bowed and prayed, to learn about love once more. And in our hearts, we seek our parts, each a rainbow clan member a holy ark. When we were sleeping, did you not dream of the buffalo? I know it's time for us to run. I know it's about the sacred sun. You are the magic that fills the air. If only you could sea the truth in there. Come my relative, share this pipe today. Come my relative, learn to fly away. Come my relative, bless all that we say. Come my relative, it's time for us to gift. That was the dream that held us firm, now it's fire that burns. Sacred ashes shine to tell us how to bind, to bring the great seas to our shores. Relative, I adore.
Whisper to me, a sweet lullaby. Whisper to me, a sweet lullaby. Let me be free. Whisper to me, a song in the breeze. Shine heaven shine, to bring you home this time. Whisper to the sunshine. Whisper to the dark. Let the moon show her guidance, the reflection of our lives. Whisper to me, a sweet lullaby. Sing me a song to make me dream. Show me in the falter, I will know the waters of heaven that live inside of me. Whisper to me, a sweet lullaby in the breeze. Count all your blessings, then you can report to me. Whisper to me, a song that sets you free. Tell me your vision clearly. Tell me what you sea? Whisper to me, a sweet lullaby a song that lifts your eyes. And all that you feel, I know it's really real, because you feel sow free. Whisper to me, a song from your heart, I know you want to feel free. Love overgrows, for me to sow, the heaven's window exposed.
Whisper to me ...... ...... ....... ........ .......... the song that sets you free. We are going to, the place of a view, the river that sets us free. Whisper to me, a sweet lullaby for my dreams. I want to share with you, in my heart, I have a view. Show all the world, that Elders care. Reaching from heaven, hear we dare. Whisper to me, a sweet song in the breeze. We will feel your heart, when you are sincerely. Whisper to me, a sweet lullaby, we are longing to feel the stars in your eyes. Whisper to me, a place that grows true. You are the children of the rainbow, with a view.
Capture my heart, then I can fly away with you. Find a sacred tree, I can bow down with the leaves. Whisper to me, the song that you feel. Free all your fears, and open all the windows to be real. Vision in your heart, show the sacred arc. Whis....per/purr to me, the place I feel in the breeze.
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