Warm are the winds on the desertA whirlwind is dancing around I stop to survey all the beauty that's here When a shadow moves out 'cross the ground It's an eagle that circles above me And he screams to his friends on the hill "Stay close together, move not a feather Man walks among us, be still, be still Man walks among us, be still" Everything hides, but I see them I've spotted an old mother quail I look close and see, looking right back at me The eyes of a young cottontail I see a coyote sneaking As he crawls through the brush on the hill And the eagle screams down, "Stay close to the ground Man walks among us, be still, be still Man walks among us, be still." Twenty feet high in the side of a cactus I see a hole where the butcher bird stays If mortals could choose, and if heaven should ask us Here's where I'd want to spend all of my days Soon will be gone all the desert Cities will cover each hill Today will just be a fond memoryMan walks among us, be still, be still Man walks among us, be still
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