Echoes in the Mountains

The sound of the drums that beat like echoes in the mountains

I feel the pain, though I know we were driven away by the might

But we did not fright, our heads held high, and our horses kept ride

Through the shadows of time, through the valleys and the vine

Wild grapes that we shared, the tumble weed flying in your hair unseen

We two will share the echoes in the night, as two souls become one

The sound of the flutes and the spirits song in the wind will be our guide

As we are driven by the wild horses of the native blood in our daring rage

For love and lust has never died, it keeps the warmth in our bed as we dream