Voices

Ancient voices rustle softly in the trees
I can hear the beating of the drums
I can feel the thunder of the buffalo
Grandfather, how strong your presence is here

In the cool shadows of the night
I see the flicker of ancient fires
I can hear the songs of old
Grandfather, how strong your presence is here

Ancient voices rustle in the trees
Ghost dancers sway in the firelight
Thundering heart beats within
Grandfather, how strong your presence is here

Sacred ceremonies echo in this place of old
Hidden truth wrapped in shadows endure
I feel the pull from the past
Grandfather, how strong your presence is here.

Ancient voices rustle softly in the trees
Their chanting soothes my soul
Here I am thankful, and I pray
May your presence always be strong here.