From the recording A Little Fog
Lyrics
We say our evening prayers
Beneath the parting star
When heaven does desert us
Earth again we are
And in our years abandoned
No longer mined for absent gold
Our souls grew lush with plants
The weary fields now dance
The flooded river lingers
And wild rice will grow
No longer must we struggle free
We reap but never sow
Gift our sorrows to the water
Our tears now rushing river songs
That echo on though the canyon
May they reach you
So you’ll know one day your joy will come