Over the rolling hills, there I am to fulfill. Waking for the sun, listening to those on the run. Wishing for a break, for the sun to shine on my sake. Where the clouds will roar, I will be standing there to adore.
All the birds are singing a tune. Don't you want to know the message it swoons? I can hear the birds singing my name. Will you show me exactly how to share today. Will you know how to shine inside of me? Will I be able to receive your breeze? I will try to bow down with the rainbow, just to find the song of the birds helping us to get along.
Whishing to and fro. Wishing for the Sacred Rainbow. Whishing for a dream, just in time for flight to find me. All the birds are singing my name. All the birds are telling me which way it will bring. All of us together, a circle of life continues forth. All of us together, reaching for the immediate north (rise up to touch the sun).
Tell me which way to fly... my little birdie? Tell me which way to glide, with your songs you sing? Tell me which way to go, with my heart embraced by your know? I will share my heart with you. I will sing too.
Migration you speak to all of the land. Which way you go, you always understand. And when you stay, you look in my heart. You sing the song that is a devoted humble arc/ark. Which way, shall I sing today? Let me shine a radiate smile to help others along the way. Show me the way............ the song inside of my heart today. Listening to all the Holy waves, the ark of all my Brothers who pave.
Send all your love to me. I will need you close to me. Then we will send the breeze, out to all those who think lesser of me. I will pray for you, those who don't want love to grow too. I will pray for you, when love finds your door. Wake up with the song inside, the birds are calling far and wide. Migrate home with the tones, where magic gets us through. Love inside of you. Sing out and make it all come true. Love inside of you. Wake and smell the rainbow true. Love inside of you. We are all singing for the welcome home.
Migration tones, orchestral bones, we are singing for joy like the birds know the ploy. Sing out and get them towards joy.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you. All my Relatives who are singing too. All my Relatives, devoted and true, Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star sending love to you, with his drum that blew, all the notes we knew, love is growing on the tones, where magic fills our bones.
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
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