In Monument Valley we ride   Myself and my Navajo guide   I'm moved by the majesty that lives here in this place   His native home, the dry desert of his race      I don't know these mesas or these lands   Like the fields my mother plowed beside her dad   And I hold every story that her father told to me   As dear as myths of the Anasazi      We ride on and sing our peoples' songs   From roots that run as deep as they do long   And although I was born here and raised in this nation   The blood is strong in the first generation      My grandmother swept a dirt floor   As the Navajo did here before   Kayenta and Kerry may be wide water apart   But we're alike in the deep core of the heart      I've seen the sun set at The Sun's Eye   Left an echo in The Hogan nearby   A song of my people that my mother gave to me   In my tribe music is blood memory      Music is blood memory