On the night of the great debate We waltzed beneath the starry sky We held tight beneath the crescent moon The coyotes sent out their cry And the wind spun a tale Of a people who dwell In the canyons Of red rock and sage As the sage sang her song Every spirit sang along To the music this holy land made Oh. . On the night of the great debate The darkness echoed your tune You called out To your fathers forefathers before you They arrived not a moment too soon And the wind spun a tale Of a people who dwell In the canyons Of red rock and sage As the sage sang her song Every spirit sang along To the music this holy land made Oh. . On the night of the great debate In the distance The twinkling city lights While the world below Watched the figures made of snow We kept warm by the glow of the fire And the wind spun a tale Of a people who dwell In the canyons Of red rock and sage As the sage sang her song Every spirit sang along To the music this holy land made As the sage sang her song Every spirit sang along To the music this holy land made
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