"Burn down the mission!"   So said the noon day sun   On a wearisome expedition,    when the vision quest had begun   Unbeknownst to the drifter,    unbeknownst to the solitary one   In the land of enchantment,    with a strand of the story left undone      The dirt of Chimayo,    Make the crippled ones walk   Make the somber ones smile    And the silent ones talk   Took the path of the least resistance   To the place where the suffering people go   To touch the dirt of Chimayo      Adobe tower,    past the wooden courtyard gates   Oh the ancient healing power    from the inside emanates   Where the walking sticks gather    that were left by the travelers of faith    And a hero's bravado,    disappears with the look upon his face       The dirt of Chimayo...      Lost and found   Gone then saved   Turned around   And made my way   Lighter now   Not so brave   Don't know how   I made it to this place      The dirt of Chimayo...