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San Jacinto (Instrumental)

Thick cloud, steam rising, hissing stone on sweat lodge fire

Around me, buffalo roam, sage in bundle, run on skin

Outside, cold air, stand, wait for rising sun

Red paint, eagle feathers, coyote calling, it has begun

Something moving in, I taste it in my mouth and in my heart

It feels like dying, slow, letting go of lifeMedicine man lead me up though town, Indian ground, so far down

Cut up land, each house, a pool, kids wearing water wings, drink in cool

Follow dry river bed, watch Scout and Guides make pow-wow signs

Past Geronimo's disco, Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse, white men dream

A rattle in the old man's sack, look at mountain top, keep climbing up

Way above us the desert snow, white wind blowI hold the line, the line of strength that pulls me through the fear

San Jacinto, I hold the line

San Jacinto, the poison bite and darkness take my sight, I hold the line

And the tears roll down my swollen cheek, think I'm losing it, getting weaker

I hold the line, I hold the line

San Jacinto, yellow eagle flies down from the sun, from the sunWe will walk, on the land

We will breathe, of the air

We will drink, from the stream

We will live, hold the line

Hold the line

Hold the line

Songwriters

Gabriel, PeterPublished by

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