I beat my drum
My heart hums, the wild beasts to come
I see their eyes
A savage cry escapes my body and I
Head my feet back for home
These legs to carry me back home

'Cause
My heart is buried in the deep black soil of the prairie grass
My eyes are fixed on that horizon infinite imaginary
My soul is born of the lightning striking
And i will close my life in the silence of the deep snow

She spins a web
A delicate work on which to string my words
The morning dew
Diamonds in time, that melt, they become you
A feathered bird, my spoken word
The land, the people, the roaming herds

She beats her drum
Her eyes burn, her story my faith to turn
Step one-by-one
I'm black and white, our colors, the butter she churns
Give me strength my humblest queen
In your love we become clean
Take me back
To the fields in my dreams

My heart is buried in the deep black soil of the prairie grass
My eyes are fixed on that horizon infinite imaginary
My soul is born of the lightning striking
And i will close my life in the silence of the deep snow