Out of the mist rising
   Ten thousand navajo braves
   Shining like golden eagles in flight
   Climbing high on the plains
  
   Born of the Earth set free
   To run away with the sun
   So free to sing in tune with the world
   Gladly high on the plains
  
   So many moons have flown
   Now all your ghosts dance the long shadows
   War cries that died on your lips
   Echo above the plains