| It stands within a time of dreams
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| Engraven stone on which it seems
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| Ten thousand naked hands have drawn an endless line
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| Where man and earth were more than one
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| With fire water moon and sun
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| We touch it and we’re centred in this place and time
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| They try and tear it all away
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| But turning heads don’t hear what heavy hearts must say
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| It belongs to us, it belongs to us
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| It’s our sacred rock you hold
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| And it’s our destiny that you have thrown away
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| It’s our sacred rock you hold
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| These canyons where our ancients sleep
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| They rise above our heads and keep
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| Connection with the winds on which our seeds have come
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| And it’s there we lay and rest our dead
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| It’s there the last goodbyes are said
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| We see it and we know that we will all be one
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| You may think it’s worthless, you may think it’s small
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| And for that we have no need
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| But reality is bigger than the lies you have grown
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| From your spiritless greed
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| There is a deep and distant force
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| That knows the way and holds the course
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| We’ve travelled so uncertainly through year to year
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| And it strengthens as we pass it on
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| Our children growing graceful strong
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| We feel it and we’re certain that our way is clear |