Song | In My Tribe |
Artist | Cathie Ryan |
Album | Somewhere Along The Road |
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作词 : Ryan | |
In Monument Valley we ride | |
Myself and my Navajo guide | |
I'm moved by the majesty that lives here in this place | |
His native home, the dry desert of his race | |
I don't know these mesas or these lands | |
Like the fields my mother plowed beside her dad | |
And I hold every story that her father told to me | |
As dear as myths of the Anasazi | |
We ride on and sing our peoples' songs | |
From roots that run as deep as they do long | |
And although I was born here and raised in this nation | |
The blood is strong in the first generation | |
My grandmother swept a dirt floor | |
As the Navajo did here before | |
Kayenta and Kerry may be wide water apart | |
But we're alike in the deep core of the heart | |
I've seen the sun set at The Sun's Eye | |
Left an echo in The Hogan nearby | |
A song of my people that my mother gave to me | |
In my tribe music is blood memory | |
Music is blood memory |
zuo ci : Ryan | |
In Monument Valley we ride | |
Myself and my Navajo guide | |
I' m moved by the majesty that lives here in this place | |
His native home, the dry desert of his race | |
I don' t know these mesas or these lands | |
Like the fields my mother plowed beside her dad | |
And I hold every story that her father told to me | |
As dear as myths of the Anasazi | |
We ride on and sing our peoples' songs | |
From roots that run as deep as they do long | |
And although I was born here and raised in this nation | |
The blood is strong in the first generation | |
My grandmother swept a dirt floor | |
As the Navajo did here before | |
Kayenta and Kerry may be wide water apart | |
But we' re alike in the deep core of the heart | |
I' ve seen the sun set at The Sun' s Eye | |
Left an echo in The Hogan nearby | |
A song of my people that my mother gave to me | |
In my tribe music is blood memory | |
Music is blood memory |
zuò cí : Ryan | |
In Monument Valley we ride | |
Myself and my Navajo guide | |
I' m moved by the majesty that lives here in this place | |
His native home, the dry desert of his race | |
I don' t know these mesas or these lands | |
Like the fields my mother plowed beside her dad | |
And I hold every story that her father told to me | |
As dear as myths of the Anasazi | |
We ride on and sing our peoples' songs | |
From roots that run as deep as they do long | |
And although I was born here and raised in this nation | |
The blood is strong in the first generation | |
My grandmother swept a dirt floor | |
As the Navajo did here before | |
Kayenta and Kerry may be wide water apart | |
But we' re alike in the deep core of the heart | |
I' ve seen the sun set at The Sun' s Eye | |
Left an echo in The Hogan nearby | |
A song of my people that my mother gave to me | |
In my tribe music is blood memory | |
Music is blood memory |