Tell me Grandmother where have you been? We have been waiting in the wind. Don't you want to hold us in our dreams? We are searching for thee! Tell me Grandmother where have you been, with so many wanting to act like you again. Don't you realize, so many are saying it's you, when we know, you haven't taken your view.
We are waiting for Grandmothers to arise, to bring back the Green Grass home. We have been waiting for so long. Oh Grandmother here inside this storm, we need you to hold on to us and keep us warm. Grandmother don't run away, just because we don't know how to play. Instead, why don't you teach us once again, because the children are coming home to sing.
Can't you hear the thunder rolling in? The buffalo thunder has found it's ridge. We are pacing, to keep up with the wind, to find Grandmother already there. But in the night, we seek, it's true, to find the heart of only your love can view. And we need you to point us the right way, because you know, which doors are open, which doors will play. We are counting on the space you gift to us, your shadow of a body, we know of God's love. And a Great Spirit you hide and try to hide, but we know Grandmother you are here to share with knives (divide and give-a-way).
Grandmother, come home to me today, allow my dreams at night, come to the day. We are sharing one land, you and me, it's the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy. We will protect you once again, Grandmother you sea. But you thought there was no more family. My darling, my Grandmother we ask forgiveness this day, because we did not always know who or what to say. Grandmother if you guide us home, this night, in our dreams, we will know, it's all right. But if you turn away and don't believe, how will the Grandchildren, know how to dream?
Grandmothers you are a soul, just a child. But Grandmothers on the Red Road (law of love), abundant as they come. We ask you share our hearts as one, to bring in the Morning Rising Sun (Morning Star, sacred eight directions and here, I am a sun dance). And with all that has been written upon our hearts, Grandmother, you have always smart (sting), because you show us the right way home, through our hearts, thats where the water crashes upon the shore!
Sung by White Buffalo calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter for the Heart of Grandmothers everywhere! Join us together, when Grandmothers of the Green Grass hold our hearts in hoop 5, Rainbow Clan, sanctuary land.
Here I stand, in Grandmother's land (dream space). It all belongs to you, because you are true. Seeking the heart that does good, always watching out for us. Thanking all that you do, because Grandmother we love you. Grandmother, you hold our dreams. You allow us to fly with our Souls. And Blue Road cross the Red, to bring home the sacred Sun Dance (united soul and flesh, yellow way). And dreams are born within, because Grandmother, you always win(d). Your love fills our hearts. Because we do take a leap of faith, because you hold our hearts near yours.
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