Shadows of the Moon Passing Through

Many hours fade into a day, and the dusk appears to shade

In shadows of the moonlight, it brings a silent rain upon the forests

I can feel the flicker of the mockingbird, as he nests for the evening

Where we rest, we must know that the spirit world will look over us

And in the shadows of the moon, the night hawk will slip into a tree

Looking for the native man, to fill his mind with dreams, let us keep faith

The earth sounds of thundering drums, from the distant tribes, it protects

Longing for the hunt of a home, a shelter for our children, we must rest

Until the sunlight, awakens our soul, to the sunrise of a daring day

We shall find the way to the waters, and fish the trout in the rivers shallow

The crane will follow our walk, and it will give us good luck, for it knows

Our future must hold every shadow, over rocky mountains, over dusty valleys

We will find the creek to drink, and the hungry bears will not harm us

They are our friends, they know our spirit is true, and the Cherokee nation

Has given themselves, their heart, their lungs, their bones, and their minds

To the glory of time, and place, to see the fallen star, rise once more, into the heavens

As the shadows of the moon pass, each night, we shall move on to another water

Just passing through