I am called the gentle spring, I am called the trees edge, the spirit window to ones soul
I am the earthy shadows, I washed by his thoughts
Soft paths, with seeking calm walk
Do you feel the walls, see the white buffalo crossing?
Or do you feel the washed sunlight?come dance with me in warrior sounds
The sweet cries of the timber wolf, asking for the spirit to some
Dance with me through each small sparrows wing
The warriors touch me through you, feeling the waking love
The flames sat a blaze in ancestry fires
Dreams in broken silence, each candles journey
Come home , play the sepia soulful spirits lighted drums
Canto Hondo, each beat of his life
To our forever BrotherJoe
For Joe love you Debby bobby