Grandfather sung to me
The weeping woman spoke
Down beneath the trees is the wisdom of the old
I seen plenty of disrespect
For the knowledge of the land
It's my people who I see lost in other peoples hands
Everybody's hoping to [C7]see you [A7at their door
Taking care of people you [A7don't know
Staying inside in their homes whispering
To the dark eyes outside the door
To the dark eyes outside their door
No todo está perdido
Estoy con [C7]mi gente
Trabajo con [C7]miedo pero yo soy consciente
I'm losing the fear
'Cause the work it's here
Ojibwe and [Bm]Yaquis hope is in our ways
We show our sanity
Nobody sees us but we are ɾunning things
The bats and [Bm]the land [Bm]are sacred beings
Oricas Lencas
Now we are the ones
Bringing and [Bm]taking, caring for [Dm7]the others
Every morning I look out
From the corner of the mart
I'm just here waiting to [C7]help you
There can be [Am]no fear for [Dm7]us
When the people they come back
Like it used to [C7]be [Am]before
I want it better
Better than it was [Am7]before
Everybody's hoping to [C7]see you [A7at their door
Taking care of people you [A7don't know
Staying inside in their homes whispering
To the dark eyes outside the door
To the dark eyes outside their door
To the dark eyes outside their door
