Testo di Indian bones

Up the mountain we go Don't ask why, I don't know. The North Star dances above, the white dove The stairway that never ends, ends around the bend through the door of the sun the buffalo run to be chased through the sky Higher and higher we climb I'm not having a good time the North Star dances above the white dove... Out on the plains, I had a vision of iron and steel Isn't it strange, that my vision is real