"Burn down the mission"
So said the noon day sun
On a wearisome expedition
When the vision quest had begun
Unbeknownst to the drifter
Unbeknownst to the solitary one
In the land of enchantment
With a strand of the story left undone
The dirt of Chimayo
Make the crippled ones walk
Make the somber ones smile
And the silent ones talk
Took the path of the least resistance
To the place where the suffering people go
To touch the dirt of Chimayo
Adobe tower
Past the wooden courtyard gates
Oh, the ancient healing power
From the inside emanates
Where the walking sticks gather
That were left by the travelers of faith, yeah
And a hero's bravado
Disappears with the look upon his face
The dirt of Chimayo
Make the crippled ones walk
Make the somber ones smile
And the silent ones talk
Took the path of the least resistance
To the place where the suffering people go
To touch the dirt of Chimayo
Lost and found, gone, then saved
Turned around and made my way
Lighter now, not so brave
Don't know how I made it to that place
Chimayo
Make the crippled ones walk
Make the somber ones smile
And the silent ones talk
Took the path of the least resistance
To the place where the suffering people go
To touch the dirt of Chimayo, Chimayo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Artist: Freja Kirk
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