[female
vocals] (
Deep
steady
heartbeat
of
a
djembe) (
Distantly
echoed
ritual
chants) (
Soft
chirping
of
tropical
insects) (
Soft
rustling
leaves)
The
sun
descends
behind
the
ancient
trees
A
gentle
spirit
rides
upon
the
breeze
We
walk
the
path
where
light
and
shadow
meet
The
soil
is
soft
beneath
our
rhythmic
feet
The
canopy
is
whispering
my
name
A
flicker
light
inside
a
living
flame
We
move
in
cycles
like
the
turning
tide
We
move
in
cycles
like
the
turning
tide
With
nowhere
left
for
mystery
to
hide
Oh,
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
rising
land
Carved
in
the
earth
by
a
steady
hand
We
echo
forward
in
the
golden
haze
Lost
in
the
wonder
of
the
ancient
ways
Oh,
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
rising
land
Oh,
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
rising
land
Carved
in
the
earth
by
a
steady
hand
We
echo
forward
in
the
golden
haze
Lost
in
the
wonder
of
the
ancient
ways
A
heavy
drum
begins
to
call
the
soul
To
make
the
broken
spirit
feel
the
whole
The
congas
strike
against
the
humid
air
A
simple
peace
is
found
within
the
prayer
No
heavy
burden
on
the
quiet
mind
Leaving
the
noise
of
life
far
behind
Just
the
wood
and
skin,
the
pulse
and
sound
Connected
deep
within
the
fertile
ground
Oh,
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
rising
land
Carved
in
the
earth
by
a
steady
hand
We
echo
forward
in
the
golden
haze
Lost
in
the
wonder
of
the
ancient
ways
Oh,
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
rising
land
Carved
in
the
earth
by
a
steady
hand
We
echo
forward
in
the
golden
haze
Lost
in
the
wonder
of
the
ancient
ways (
Chanting
wails
rise
in
harmony) (
Bird
calls
pierce
the
steady
drum
pattern)
The
forest
breathing,
shifting
in
the
dark
Every
shadow
leaves
a
golden
mark
We
are
the
rhythm,
we
are
the
song
Right
here
is
where
the
heart
belongs
The
embers
glow
against
the
velvet
night
We
gather
round
to
keep
the
vision
bright
The
elders
spoke
of
secrets
in
the
rain
To
wash
away
the
sorrow
and
the
pain
The
music
flows
like
water
from
the
spring
Listen
to
the
melody
we
bring
Steady
and
calm,
we
walk
into
the
dark
Carrying
the
light,
the
living
spark
Oh,
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
rising
land
Carved
in
the
earth
by
a
steady
hand
We
echo
forward
in
the
golden
haze
Lost
in
the
wonder
of
the
ancient
ways
Oh,
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
rising
land
Carved
in
the
earth
by
a
steady
hand
We
echo
forward
in
the
golden
haze
Lost
in
the
wonder
of
the
ancient
ways (
Drums
slowly
fade
into
forest
sounds) (
Echoing
chant
fades
to
a
whisper) (
The
sound
of
a
distant
river
flows)
It
is
finished,
the
path
is
clear
Only
the
peace
remains
here (
Final
rhythmic
strike) (
Silence)