Keepers of the Flame Lyrics

He's burning the tar up Route 81

Out of the darkness, into the sun

Of a summer day, far from the mines and the mills

He's high on coffee and low on gas

Pulling out of the current and into the past

Looking for his people, the People of the Hills

Their songs are reaching out to him, the grasses wave with the sound

And their faces watch beneath the sacred ground

He's riding the winds of another time

Where he's known by a different name

Going home to the Keepers of the Flame

It's sixteen years since he left this town

Chasing a dream that wouldn't slow down

And leaving behind the ancient ways of his brothers

But the White Man's world is drivin' him mad

The work is unhealthy, the medicine bad

And the only true love he ever had found another

Now he feels the beat of the water drum pulsing through his veins

And he longs to sit by the longhouse fire and close the circle again

He's riding the winds of another time

Where he's known by a different name

Going home to the Keepers of the Flame

Where the otter swims and the river bends

There's a spirit journey, a life on the mend

Down in the heart of the Onondaga Nation

The elders sit by the council fire

Tobacco smoke billowing high

With a prayer for the seventh generation

And time may take him far away

But no matter where it flows

His heart's ablaze and his eyes, they shine like coals

And he's riding the winds of another time

Where he's known by a different name

Going home to the Keepers of the Flame