The silver sings of foreign lands
Take it from my shaking hands
Leave Quivira far behind
Cibola beckons fifty miles nigh
Tonight the gears of heaven
Will turn like dancers
The will of God has come to pass
The bodies buried in the buffalo grass
Spit the blood between my gums
And open up the gates of Zion
Tonight the blue mountains
Will reveal the answer
Bird Friend - Acoma Lyrics
Bird Friend - Acoma Lyrics
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The silver sings of foreign lands
Take it from my shaking hands
Leave Quivira far behind
Cibola beckons fifty miles nigh
Tonight the gears of heaven
Will turn like dancers
The will of God has come to pass
The bodies buried in the buffalo grass
Spit the blood between my gums
And open up the gates of Zion
Tonight the blue mountains
Will reveal the answer
Take it from my shaking hands
Leave Quivira far behind
Cibola beckons fifty miles nigh
Tonight the gears of heaven
Will turn like dancers
The will of God has come to pass
The bodies buried in the buffalo grass
Spit the blood between my gums
And open up the gates of Zion
Tonight the blue mountains
Will reveal the answer
Writer: Geoff Himsel
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid