On my way No vestige of her I press on I chanced upon an old man Sitting with his back to me And there In his hand The yellow ribbon from her hair Better years have pa**ed The way's been hard he turned And then he said to me The watcher in the sky Holds her in his hands In his hands Her spirit wind pa**ed by And I could hear her tears On the wind And feel her pain How many moons My people tracked this sacred ground And when I'm still I can hear the owl As she whispers out the secrets of the wind One true spirit speaking to my soul The watcher in the sky Takes her by the hand By the hand Her spirit wind pa**ed by And I can see her weep by a stream She still draws breath I'll take you there...