Take me up to where the hot springs glow,
Above those soft steaming clouds hanging so low.
Come with me then to a magical place,
Where strangers gather and meet face to face.
And watch the morning sun rise high in the sky,
In this mysterious place where my spirit can fly.
See the trees rise firm from the new fallen snow,
In the far mountain passes where the tall pines grow.
No need to answer any questions as to why,
As you listen to the lonely coyote’s cry.
Let the earth’s warm waters come fill your space,
And know once again what it is to feel grace.