On the night of the great debate
We waltzed beneath the starry sky
We held tight beneath the crescent moon
The coyotes sent out their cry
And the wind spun a tale
Of a people who dwell
In the canyons
Of red rock and sage
As the sage sang her song
Every spirit sang along
To the music this holy land made
Oh. .
On the night of the great debate
The darkness echoed your tune
You called out
To your father's forefathers before you
They arrived not a moment too soon
And the wind spun a tale
Of a people who dwell
In the canyons
Of red rock and sage
As the sage sang her song
Every spirit sang along
To the music this holy land made
Oh. .
On the night of the great debate
In the distance
The twinkling city lights
While the world below
Watched the figures made of snow
We kept warm by the glow of the fire
And the wind spun a tale
Of a people who dwell
In the canyons
Of red rock and sage
As the sage sang her song
Every spirit sang along
To the music this holy land made
As the sage sang her song
Every spirit sang along
To the music this holy land made