Song Description

Story of Native American ceremony "RainDance"

Lyrics

Rain Dance
©,2004, Willie McCulloch/Billy Ray Jarrell

Wrinkles of wisdom on a well-weathered face
A Shaman of legend and Indian grace
Called by the elders with a spiritual shout
His mouth filled with dust from a seven-year drought

He walks to the village the earth cracked and sore
He sings to the Wind Lords to open the door
To sweet sweat from Heaven let it fall on the plain
And wash away the hunger and the dull aching pain

Thunder and lightning
Are called to the dance
In the smoke of the sweet grass
He asks for the chance
To see the Great Spirit
As he lifts up his lance
And surrenders himself
To the Rain Dance

Storm clouds are gathering at the end of the sky
The drums hold the rhythm as the hours go by
The land heaves a sigh of blessed relief
As the rains bring and end to the tears and the grief