i am the eagle who glides on the wind
touching down briefly in someone’s back yard
only a glimpse of me ever remains
and my home is ever so far
so i must fly

i look to the moon when the daylight is lost
she is my pardon, she is my rest
taking the carnage of my daily bread
can leave me discouraged at best
but i am so high

and there are those who still sing in the hills
sacred heart secretly raging for more
tearing away at our mis-shapen will
making the lesson the art
so i will sing

i hear there’s freedom lying within
that’s what they tell me, that’s what i’m told
reaching for wisdom is one way to go
different direction than most
but i am free

i’ve never tilled a garden
i’ve never bent my back to strike an ax to wood
i’ve never raised a child and yet
i’ve certainly pretended that i’ve understood

i’ve never built a home
i’ve never even built a warming fire in the cold
i’ve never tilled a garden
i’ve never needed shelter when the thunder rolled

so what do i know?

i’ve never fired a gun
i’ve never even given up a nickel when had a dime
and if i suffered loss
i’ve only ever really cared about the loss of time

i’ve never been to war
and i’ve only ever watched the protests on tv
i’ve never tilled a garden
i’ve never really seen the truth inside of me

so what do i know?

i’ve never been to mexico
i’ve never drunk the water from the river or the ground
i’ve never built a well
i’ve never held a baby right before the wailing of its very first sound

i’ve never tilled a garden
i’ve never bent my back over a winter’s pile of wood
i’ve never tilled a garden
so how could i believe i’ve ever understood

everybody’s singin’, singin’ “yes we can”
everybody’s waitin’ on the one great man
everybody’s singin’, singin’ “yes we did”
finally gave it to him at the lowest bid

it takes a village people
we can’t forget it now
it takes a village people
it ain’t about the dow
you know a change is coming
but let me tell you how
it takes a village people
we can’t forget it now

january, january 20

don’t nobody wanna buy electric cars
tearing up the ozone but we still have mars
opportunity is knockin’ at the door
singin’ we don’t have to study war no more

it takes a village people
the future’s ours to own
it takes a village people
it’s time for gettin’ grown
you know a change is coming
so let me tell you how
it takes a village people
we can’t forget it now

january, january 20

healthcare, welfare, roofs for people on the street
bad loans, lost homes, food for those with none to eat
corruption, destruction, of biblical proportion
if we’re gonna turn it ’round it’s time to set the ball in motion

january, january 20

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things

your roof is leaking rain
and it won’t get fixed cause you’re late on the rent again
so you fill up your all your time
doubling over that nine to five

sunday mornin’ comes
and beside you, there is no one
the lover you had before
well turns out, he don’t come home no more

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things
the living is easy when it’s just your song to sing
don’t you get worried over very small things

now your best friend says she’s feeling down
she don’t understand why you don’t come around
then she tells you where your lover’s been
well it turns out, she never was your friend

even a simple wish when said is your command
so be careful, be true to what you say
they can’t take anything without your open hand
so be careful with what you give away

woman, you are a queen
don’t you get worried over very small things

you can’t lose anything you never really had
so be careful with what you try to hold
if someone’s leaving you it’s best to just be glad
don’t get angry, just get to letting go.

woman, you are a queen…

my father used to say
“my darling, what’s your strategy?
cause your people won’t survive alone
on all your theory
use your mind and use your heart
to be the change you want to see”
so this is how i walk the path
creator made for me

when i eat the rice, then i clean the bowl
if i scorch the sky then i mend the hole
if i slay the herd, everyone pays the toll
because we all have to drink the water

i left home for education,
to replete an eager mind
with my wisdom to recover,
and my young will to refine
what my people knew of fishing
they’d forgotten over time
so i returned home to my people
with a fishing line

and when we eat the rice, we clean the bowl.
if we scorch the sky then we mend the hole
and we’ll catch the wind
because we can’t clean the coal
and we all have to drink the water

100 years after
i was killed by calvary
i journeyed to the great white land
to seek apology
Tom Daschel said he’d only grant
the state’s regrets to me
Cause apologizing one time
might just set the floodgates free

but you ate the rice now you clean the bowl.
you scorched the sky
so you must mend the hole
you took my voice
right with the land you stole
but we all have to drink the water

yes you ate the rice so you clean the bowl
you scorched the sky
so you must mend the hole
you slayed the herd and still won’t pay the toll
but we all have to drink the water