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Grandfather, Hear My Breath - David Rose
Lyrics by：David Rose
Composed by：David Rose
Produced by：David Rose
Grandfather
Old one
You whose breath moves the clouds
You whose hands carve these hills
I speak as your granddaughter small voice
Under this wide watching sky
Smoke climbs slow from our tired fires
Children cough in the night
Their sleep cut in pieces
The healer songs grow hoarse with cry
Herbs in their baskets thin as the moon
Our river belly shows it's stones crack tongue of earth
Elders press dry lips to empty gourds
We walk farther and farther
To find enough for one more pot of silk
Grandfather hear my breath
It rises like this smoke
Carried higher than the hawk can fly
Please grandfather save our people
Hold our names in your great hand
Do not let us fade like tracks in the wind
The hunting paths are quiet
Grass stands unbroken
We follow the old trails calling to the herd
But the heavy thunder of hooves does not answer
Only our own footfalls
And the beating in our chest
Small bellies ache
Mothers chew roots so their children can swallow
Fathers count arrows with nothing to follow
A story speaks of plenty
Of dark bags rolling like waves
Now we kneel in open fields and touch only dust
Grandfather hear my breath
It rises like this smoke
Carried higher than the hawk can fly
Please grandfather save our people
Hold our names in your great hand
Do not let us fade like tracks in the wind
If some path is hidden turn our eyes to it
If some fault is ours turn our hearts to see
Teach us again how to walk in balance
How to share each drop each crust each day
Let the sick find rest under your blanket of stars
Let cool water remember the way to our hands
Let moving shadows return to these plains
So our children may learn the sound of plenty
Grandfather hear my breath
It trembles but it climbs higher
Higher where your wisdom sits
Oh please grandfather save our people
Set your mercy like the dawn on every face
That waits for light
Grandfather hear my breath
This small unbroken thread
Tie our spirits to tomorrow's song
Please grandfather save our people
If we must bend let us not break
Let your kindness fall like long-awaited rain
Old one
I place these words at your feet
As a child lays berries in her mother's hand
I trust you hear I trust you see
Until your answer comes
I will keep this fire for our people
