We buried them along this ridge when time
Was our to spend as one among the clouds;
We ran and rode and swam and loved and died
The way our mothers, and our fathers, had.
The sun a friend, the moon a guide, the stars
Just like the wind, companions in our quest:
For we were children of the soil who grew
And bled and wandered day on sacred day.
We never lost the land; it wasn't ours.
We never lost the sun, it stayed our friend.
We only lost the time to tell our tale
And sing the songs that won't be heard again.