The Lost Sea

Well and there is a LOST SEA

Somewhere running through

The crystal caverns down and

Around the foot hills of the

Appalachian Mountains...

I remember some kind of strange

Indian folklore from many lifetimes

Lived before, you look into my eyes

By firelight and you can clearly

See all the tribal signs of mine and

I got this sense of de ja vu all over

Again as voices come whispering to

Me in the wild night wind...

Well I can feel the a strong vibration

Of an ancient and powerful magic

Sense the beginning of creation, in

The shadow of the moon's shadow

As you begin to chant and I enter into

A trance, seeing the faces of the ancestors

And the elders, as the sacred smoke

Rises high up in the midnight sky and

Talking to me as if they were alive...

Well it's the ceremony of Sequoya

And my re-initiation into the secret

Indian nation as raven's circle my head

In a giant star like formation...

Somewhere down and around the

The hallowed grounds of a crystal cavern

Somewhere under the foothills of

The Appalachian Mountains...

Well I am led down now to the LOST SEA

And reborn an honorary wet winged

Cherokee!