(Latimer/Bardens/Ward). Out of the mist rising. Ten thousand navajo braves. Shining like golden eagles in flight. Climbing high on the plains Born of the Earth set free. To run away with the sun
wept and men died. One night he woke from a vision of his own death. Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West. Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res. And as the smoke fell he held
wept and men died. One night he woke from a vision of his own death. Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West. Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res. And as the smoke fell he held