This is a song about modern people who quietly engage in their nature spirituality.
SHAMANS.
(Nico - spring 2010)
Am - C G
He talks to the trees, but nobody knows it.
He walks with the beasts, but it doesn't show.
He blesses the fields, but nobody sees it.
He gives thanks to the sun, when the crops grow. D - C G (2x)
Am - C G
She gathers her herbs, but nobody knows it.
She touches our lives, but nobody feels.
She wispers her spells, but nobody hears it.
She give thanks to the moon, when her hands heal. D
REFRAIN:
F C G -
They are our shamans of a new world
weaving the web, changing the threads of our lives.
Our witches and sages and druids and mages.
Touching the land, touching the sky, touching our fate.
Am - C G (2x)
Am - C G
Our forests all die, but nobody sees it.
The ocean is poisoned and nobody cares
We die in our filth, and nobody clears it.
Isn't it time to make some repairs?
F C G -
Turn off the noise and listen to the heart of your loved one.
It beats a rhythm, the rhytm of the earth, the rhythm of life.
Screw the oil spills, screw the politics of fear
Open your eyes, open your heart and open your soul
Instrumental (couplet)
Am - C G
Deep in the dark woods under the full moon
or in the back yards in the eye of the sun.
The magic still works in the circle unbroken
and their sacred work has just begun. D - C G (2x)
Refrain
