The vultures are flying lower than they used to
 They don’t waste their time on old bleached bones
 It’s too damned hot, and I feel choked out
 Our past betrayed by smoke and mirrors

 All she gives is a stone facade
 Like ill-given flowers at a dead man’s wake
 Here we slave for the dreams of another
 And fight over scraps like wayward dogs

 The ash under a red stone guides the way
 The embers of his words ignite our souls
 My love and I, we will follow
 We’ll find our valley of the moon

 These words a mirror of his own heart
 And to the land he gave it to
 Looking back to the strength of our blood
 great river of fortune and will

 All they gave, they gave for us
 better life in a better land

 The ash under a red stone guides the way
 The embers of his words ignite our souls
 My love and I, we will follow
 We’ll find our valley of the moon

 place where we can be who we are
 And just what we were meant to be
 Plain to hold and see of what we’re made
 Spirit, sinew, blood, and soil

 Up horses now, and straight and [bad word]  Let every broken [bad word]  The strength you sweat shall blossom yet
 And golden glory to the sun

 The ash under a red stone guides the way
 The embers of his words ignite our souls
 My love and I, we will follow
 We’ll find our valley of the moon