Time heals all our wounds, even in times of doom. Because it's waterfalls, that offer us food, paradise too. The growing fields do blow. The winds are mighty cool, where the river touches the sky, my heart does cry. We are the messengers, the Blue Lake People do fill, the world, that's in us all, One heart for God, that's all.
Plenty do come round, the magic of it's sound, the rushing fields we play, to pick flowers and share our days. Along the streams fish flip out and dare, saying, "Look at me, I'm looking good. Going home to plant some seeds, new fish, next year!"
And we are dreaming big, because we feel their fears. There in a catastrophe, because they are not down on their knees. But for us to walk sacred days. We remember to always pray. We still feel their hearts, for we are part of their heart ache. God keeps us safe, forever and a day. It's blue lakes that know why, we stand so high to touch the sky.
We envision and we dare, to move mountains (a force of nature) and even air (wind we all sail), to bend light rays (rainbow colors bow), dive oceans (depths), to reach thin air (twix or stillness, crossing over to another realm, heaven we've come home). It's a living day. Dance with me today. Fill our hearts and find a wave. Ride it's flowing river rage. Going down a distant sleigh (rainbow slide, the crystalline river we glide). We can find the world a home, if we stand and roam, to where the tears do fall, right down the halls, where green grass calls (paradise awaits, all the open gates).
Abundant fields of grain. I say, it's Golden days. I can't wait but I feel, it's on it's way, hip, hip, hooray! God gave us a blessed Blue Lake, to listen to and pray. My relatives, my heart prays, blessings to you always!
Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, a crystal person, inspired by Lisping Wise One, your Eternal Bells, a blue person, for the Heart of the Blue Lake and the Blue Lake People, relatives true.
Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!
Pray With Elders around the World
Hear Your Relatives Perfect Flowing Hearts
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions