There are people moving through the nation.
With a mission and something to say.
They Gather they’re brothers, they’re sisters and they’re lovers.
And they dance, to the breaking day.
They love the Earth.
Keep sacred all birth.
They gather the roots, the grains and the flowers.
And they dance, till the breaking day.
They look back to the past
for the wisdom we lost.
They grow and they love
and they’re children play.
They’re looking for signs
and they’re hoping to find
the New Old Fashioned Way.
Something is moving through the people of the nation.
Coming down from the heavens above.
They gather they’re brothers, they’re sisters and they’re lovers.
And they dance in perfect love.