Have you ever stepped under a rainbow, or spent days walking all alone,
Watched the mighty eagle soar high above, as it finds its way back home,
Listened to the whispering of the trees, telling their secrets of long ago,
Try to see your future in the dying embers, as the flames are getting low.
Would you ride a stallion pure and graceful, beside an ocean dark and deep,
And dance with the spirits of your ancestors, to ancient music as you sleep,
Swim beside the silky salmon, on their epic journey back home to spawn,
Wash your face in virgin snow that fell silent, in the night before the dawn.

Run as one with the fearsome grey wolves, and sing your song to the moon,
Watch the trout jump and take the fly, on a late summers afternoon,
Make a wish in the well of dreams, then find a spot to lay down your head,
And sleep the sleep of the Angles, on a soft green meadow for your bed.
Leave your footprints far behind you, walking in the early morning dew,
As the sun creeps over the mountains, and once again starts the day anew,
Feel soft gentle rain fall on your skin, as you sit naked in a stream,
Stare in silent wonder at it all, and keep the memories for your dreams.

Huddle together in the total darkness, and listen to the thunder, echo in the night,
Watch lightning strike, and set trees on fire, as you sit petrified with fright,
Look down from the safety of your rock, at the mighty river flowing below,
As it turns into a black raging torrent, fed by the melting mountain snow.
Stand transfixed in awesome wonder, at the majestic harvest moon,
Hold your hand up and try to touch, as it casts its magic spell on you,
Something pulls at your heart, every time you hear a new born cry,
And salty water falls from our eyes, when the old ones grow weak and die.

Those winter winds blow day and night, whistling thru the tall pine trees,
It won’t be long before the snows come, the valleys turn white and freeze,
Long days and nights spent under cover, waiting for any small break,
Only going out when it stops snowing, to check all our traps and renew our bait.
As months pass by, the sun grows stronger, next will come the melting snow,
The birds will start singing in the trees, and once more the mighty river flows,
As the days and nights become warmer, now we can track and hunt with ease,
Life explodes in colour all around us, their sent hangs onto every breeze.

These are the truly happy times, everyone seems to feel good inside,
We watch our young ones, run wild and free, it fills our hearts with pride,
All to soon the days will start to shorten, we will feel the cold chill in the air
Long dark nights will lay ahead of us, as the first snow caps start to appear.
And so the circle keeps on turning, as one full moon runs into the next,
Some moons will bring us good fortune, and some will put us to the test,
One day we may all leave this place, and cross the big river to the other side,
For now, we live from one sun to the next, as we hunt, eat, sleep and survive.