The skies are blue, but I still hear thunderThe skies are clear, but there's lightning under my skinIt's gonna rain again, and when the rains come downI'll be on that road againWarriors will ride.On their painted horsesBlessed by the windAnd the unseen forces aboveThey will ride on as oneThey will brave the stormTill the rains are over and doneRide on crazy horseTake me to the hillsBeyond the battle, where the waters are stillWhere it's so quiet you can hear the children runFar away from the sound of the gunThese are the feathers of a golded eagleThese are the feathers of an ancient peopleYou must, you must set my people freeNever hold me down, for the eagle must fly freeWarriors will ride on their painted horsesBless by the wind and the unseen forces aboveThey will ride on as oneThey will brave the stormTill the rains are over and done