We wake up in the morning, and give thanks to God above,
That we are spending one more day on this planet which we love.
Our water is clean, the air we breathe is pure.
We accept what Nature gives to us, why would we pray for more?
This is just one more day, in the life of a tribe.
As we share our morning meal, we talk about our dreams,
Until we are satisfied we know what each one means.
And we let our dreams take us, where they want us to go.
We don’t ask the reason why, for we trust that they will know.
And there is no madness, in the life of a tribe.
And there is no crime, in the life of a tribe.
Our medicine man heals us; he makes the rains come.
He knows the hidden mysteries, the ways of moon and sun.
His teachings lead us onward until we reach our soul,
For he has journeyed deep within, till he himself was whole. The Spirit has taken over the life of the tribe.
Work on soil, toil and sweat. Aching bodies but no regrets.
Warrior spirit, trials and tests. Love of fighting, vision quest.
Ritual chant, totem pole. Surrender to the tribal soul.
God gave us our leader, we know this to be so.
There is nothing to oppress us, nothing to overthrow.
His single guiding principle, to rule truly is to serve,
So we happily fulfil the role that for each one is reserved.
How could there be envy, in the life of a tribe?
As the sun sets in the evening, we wave a fond goodbye,
A never-ending tribute to our brother of the sky.
We dance a magic circle, then lay us down to rest,
Snuggling so close up to our Mother Nature’s breast.
Everything is sacred, in the life of a tribe.
We want nothing more than, the life of a tribe.