Karaoké San Jacinto Peter Gabriel

Thick cloud, steam rising

Hissing stone on sweat lodge fire

Around me buffalo roam

Sage in bundle, rub 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 life

Hyena wakan tanka

Hyena wakan tanka

Hyena wakan tanka

Hyena wakan tanka

Hyena wakan tanka

Hyena wakan tanka ooh

Medicine man lead me up through 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 Scouts and Guides make pow-wow signs

Past Geronimo's disco

Sitting Bull steakhouse

White men dream

A rattle in the old man's sack, see

Look at mountain top

Keep climbing up

Way above us the desert snow

White wind blow

I 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 sun

We 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

We will live

Hold the line

Hold the line

Hold the line