The Wind in the Trees

You are the sound of the flute in the heart of the forest of trees

The wind sings her song of truth, with you I feel free, like the mocking bird

Who calls and it echoes through the pines and lives through the sunbeams

From the heavens clouds in the sky, I live for the moments, where we breathe

And the wind carries me to you, and we fly like the eagle, we rise to reach for the world

To have known we once lived on this earth, and fought for our people to be free

In each breeze our spirit will touch the next generation, and our native spear

It will never die, it will be strong, and it will have respect, and know we will survive

Our soul will be with the mountain rock and the song of our dance will evolve

Through the night, it shall chant with the drums beating with our hearts romance

Of the past, we shall be together at last