The first beating drum it echoes through the pines

Through rivers that whisper where the sunlight declines

This land knew your name long before it knew mine

A truth carved in stone a story in time

I love you I see you beneath the painted skies

Your strength it moves mountains your spirit never dies

Though my skin is pale I know the wrongs and cries

The real American lives where the eagle flies

Your footsteps are legends on the canyon's red floor

The wind sings your songs through the oak and the moor

Every star in the night holds a secret you swore

A history stolen but your soul restores

I am a guest in your sacred land

I reach for truth with an open hand

I love you I see you beneath the painted skies

Your strength it moves mountains your spirit never dies

Though my skin is pale I know the wrongs and cries

The real American lives where the eagle flies

Every river remembers every stone it keeps

The voices of ancestors in the forest deep

I cannot rewrite the past but my heart it weeps

For the promises broken the wounds that still seep

The first beating drum it echoes through the pines

Through rivers that whisper where the sunlight declines

This land knew your name long before it knew mine

A truth carved in stone a story in time

I love you I see you beneath the painted skies

Your strength it moves mountains your spirit never dies

Though my skin is pale I know the wrongs and cries

The real American lives where the eagle flies

Your footsteps are legends on the canyon's red floor

The wind sings your songs through the oak and the moor

Every star in the night holds a secret you swore

A history stolen but your soul restores

I am a guest in your sacred land

I reach for truth with an open hand

I love you I see you beneath the painted skies

Your strength it moves mountains your spirit never dies

Though my skin is pale I know the wrongs and cries

The real American lives where the eagle flies

Every river remembers every stone it keeps

The voices of ancestors in the forest deep

I cannot rewrite the past but my heart it weeps

For the promises broken the wounds that still seep