Doves are signs of life. Sky is never ending. Sun glistens like silk. Satin clouds sit and wait. Sun glistens like silk.
Satin clouds sit and wait.
As the breeze blows. The doves fly in and They circle the sky. As clouds leave shapes of fantasy, And angels watch. As the turquoise sun sets in the Sky, the land Is thundering with rain. The Indians wear their masks Of holy wood and dance For the rain.