All things are eternally fleeting
Worn teeth of the hunter long dreaming
I see long shadows of a-nothing
Faint scene of the ether becoming
Upon the embers of Uhuru all is flame

Blue skies on the eyes of the witness
Breathe deep and receive what is given
All things born free unto the heavens
Pay heed to the call of the Elders
Once lost we'll surely find the truth
My friends