On my way
No vestige of her I press on      
I chanced upon an old man
Sitting with his back to me
And there  
In his hand
The yellow ribbon from her hair      
Better years have passed            
The way`s been hard he turned
And then he said to me          
The Watcher in the sky                
Holds her in his hands          
Her spirit wind passed by                    
And I could hear her tears on the wind            
And feel her pain
How many moons?
My people tracked this sacred ground            
And when I`m still
I can hear the owl
As she whispers out the secrets of the wind
One true spirit speaking to my soul
The Watcher in the sky          
Takes her by the hand          
Her spirit wind passed by                
And I can see her weep by a stream              
She still draws breath            
I`ll take you there...