Grandmother’s tears fall on lost visions that are waterfalls.

Fill phantom wells of years lost, soil dry.

Wilted dreams, counting coup, awaken and stall.

Grandmother’s tears fall on lost visions that are waterfalls.

Navajo farmer, distant stares, barren fields, canyon walls

Mirages of corn and nurturing rain, wisdom sky

Grandmother’s tears fall on lost visions that are waterfalls.

Fill phantom wells of years lost, soil dry.