Gather round, tell to me all the things you want to see If you want me, you know where to find me In the air, in the sea, or in the dirt where life is made Spirit sees as an eagle in the sky sees Morning comes, rooster crows and asks the whole world to sing Spirit flows from his voice into our voice In the middle of the day, the sun gives heat to warm us Spirit burns from his heart into our heart At evening as the mill is turned, wind will work to crush the grain Spirit blows from vane to vane to feed us River runs through the night from the land into the sea Spirit moves us and gives to us to drink Soul of manpartly hid, partly for the world to see Spirit dwells here more than anywhere Gather round, tell to me all the things you want to see If you want me, you know where to find me
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