Mother earth wrapped me up like a baby And planted me in the ground
A seed was watered
With sweet tears made of honey
Father sky came for the harvest And my soul ascended
To mountain tops made of light
I looked down in a canyon
Draped in red and orange stripes
And saw ancient people
Working with clay
They purged the impurities
From the mud with fire
Smoke filled the air
Drums shook the ether And behold
Something beautiful
Was created
Then the angels carried me home
And at last I was free
I sing in the sun I bathe in its glory