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At night when stars are shining bright,
I feel a whisper in the light.
Old voices speak, soft and low,
Telling stories we should know.
A distant drum begins to play,
It shows me where the spirits stay.
I close my eyes and feel their grace,
Their hands reach out through time and space.
I hear the voices of the old,
Speaking truth, quiet and bold.
They light the path when hope is gone,
Their spirit sings — it carries on. Shhh…….
They speak of earth, of fire and rain,
Of ancient love, and old deep pain.
Their steps are carved in sand and stone,
Their wisdom lives, we’re not alone.
They say, “Walk kind, and breathe in peace,
Give thanks, and let the anger cease.
Lift your heart with every breath,
And don’t be scared of life or death.”
I hear the voices of the old,
Calm and strong, quiet and bold.
They light the path when hope is gone,
Their spirit sings — it carries on. Shhh…….
Shhh… can you feel that sound?
It’s the heartbeat in the ground.
Whispers rising through the smoke,
Words the trees and rivers spoke...
Shhh… you hear that?
The riddim of the roots…
Whispers from the roots, yeah…
Driftin’ through the smoke…
So when the night is deep and still,
And the stars dance over the hill,
Know you’re not ever alone,
The ancestors guide you home.
Voices from beyond, yeah we feel dem strong!
Respect to the elders, the spirit lives on.
Guidin’ our way like a silent song,
They’re never gone — they just moved on.
— they just moved on
— they just moved on Shhh…….