My father was a carpenter when he could find the work
My mother, she made leather bags and shirts
We'd sell them at a roadside stand as tourist souvenirs
With feathers, beads, tomahawks and spears
Business never was too brisk, but we'd stay there all day
Just in case some customers came by
And as the hours dragged along I'd gaze into the clouds
Watching birds and wishing I could fly
Like a red tailed hawk I would dance upon the wind
I would sail aloft with the spirits of my kin
I would glide, loop, and dive as I flew across the land
Like a red tailed hawk I would fly through the sky
Free again
My ancestors were spirits of the water, earth, and air
They roamed the fields and mountains everywhere
They hunted what they needed and they gathered as they'd go
They were not bound by what they did not know
The old men used to tell me that our elders knew the ways
To change into the other forms of life
Well, if I knew their secrets I would leap into the sky
Flap my feathered wings and take to flight
Like a red tailed hawk I would dance upon the wind
I would sail aloft with the spirits of my kin
I would glide, loop, and dive as I flew across the land
Like a red tailed hawk I would fly through the sky
Free again
My father was a carpenter when he could find the work
My mother she made leather bags and shirts
Whatever skills they had they tried to pass along to me
But I still seek the magic in my dreams
Like a red tailed hawk I will dance upon the wind
I will sail aloft with the spirits of my kin
I will glide, loop, and dive as I fly across the land
Like a red tailed hawk I will fly through the sky
Free again