(Kerry Livgren) From the mountains to the sun, life has only just begun We wed this land and pledge our souls to meet its end, Life has only just begun
I don't wanna hurt you, I don't wanna see you cry I don't wanna hurt you once more, I don't wanna leave now I don't want no sight for sore eyes Gone sore
Look off down the highway at the glittering lights Like windshield glass on the shoulder tonight As the diesels come grinding on up from the plains
I pulled out in a dusty cloud on a hot night in July With big tears rollin' down she waved goodbye Just out of my teens with foolish dreams and big stars
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In silence, I like to think out loud you say this is the end I know it's not the end I took a picture of heaven when we broke down across the shining
Un indien m'avait dit Que j'ai dans le dos La marque cachee des regards Que portent les squaws Dans une autre vie, j'ai du etre La femme, la force et
Cheyenne, Cheyenne where will you be camping tonight? Lonely man, Cheyenne, will your heart stay free and light? Dream, Cheyenne, of a girl you may
Ship,ates and Cheyenne raindrops and cryin' Haunt the dreams of an old, old man Candles and churchbells laughter and farewells Revolve in his thoughts
The sun is awaking, the fires glow down The spirit has spoken, the token was found Dance to the rhythm, the beat of the drum Is shaking the mountain,
From the mountains to the sun Life has only just begun We wed this land and pledged Our souls to meet it's end Life has only just begun Here my people
Out in the prairie, the bison dared to roam The crying of a lone shot claimed they're forever gone High in the breezing winds, an eagle dared to fly For
Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine She heard his voice on the other end of the line She wondered what was wrong this time She never knew what
An infant reared on hatred never learns to hold diversity inviolate While so-called maralists proclaim they've got the test To monitor the ways our love
Cheyenne - The face of pride never died Cheyenne - The true blue water Cheyenne - I celebrate for you and I Sifting through the pieces of the broken prize
Ever noticed how our roles have changed? From what I gather anyway, Hear me, hear me - punished for silence, Hear me, hear me - should I die down? I
Shipmates and Cheyenne, raindrops and cryin? Haunt the dreams of an old, old man Candles and church bells, laughter and farewells Revolve in his thoughts