Bloodlines

Oh, my mother, she is a mountain,

And her breast, it touch the sky.

And my father, he is a river,

Running through her, sweet by and by.



And my sister, she is a songbird,

And she's singing in her flight.

And my brother, he is a moonbeam,

Falling on her in the night.



There is a river run through the mountains.

Under moonlight, hear the song,

Of the bloodlines gone long before me,

And ever after moving on.

Ever after moving on.