Twisted Hair

This was the way of it Let the story fires be lighted Let our circle be strong and full of medicine Hear me This is my dream song that I'm singing for you This is my power song that is taking me to the edge This is rock medicine The talking tree The singing water Listen I am dancing underneath you This was the way of it It is a river It is a chant It is a medicine story It is what happened long ago It is a bead in a story belt It is what has been forgotten It is the smell of sweetgrass and cedar And prayers lifted to sky father It is a way, a tradition The way it was always done by the people It is a feeling of warmth The sound of voices Listen I am dancing underneath you