Lyrics The Tracker's Song - Stephen Stirling, David Lord, Cecilia

The Tracker's Song

I from the heavenly Pointers come
below the edge of the setting sun
Directions lay in hyper space
so feelings guide the human race
Visions flowing from the holy one
Listen children to my simple song
The human life is not so very long
Taking heed, as you grasp for goals
for destiny is full of holes
back on earth I pray you won’t go
wrong
If you want your drams here and now
pull, don’t push, the sacred cow
Hail the celestial Pointers clan
hallowed is our winged band
On our foreheads an arrow fixed
directions clear and seldom mixed
Portents rising from a sainted hand
If you want your drams here and now
pull, don’t push, the sacred cow