The
sun
climbs
high
over
the
hills
of
Ga'ate
Where
the
dust
settles
quiet
on
the
path
to
my
gate
noise
of
the
city
behind
Here
in
the
silence,
there
is
stillness
My
hands
touch
the
earth,
the
red
soil
a
stranger,
no
longer
The
breeze
in
the
trees
tells
a
story
so
deep
Of
secrets
the
harvest
I
find
my
own
rhythm
in
the
rows
of
the
In
this
sacred
valley
where
my
purpose
is
Oh,
Ga'ate,
you
are
the
song
in
my
chest
When
I’m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
I
walk
through
the
estate,
through
the
fruit
and
the
vine
Watching
the
shadows
dance
steady
and
fine
The
architecture
of
nature,
the
strength
of
the
grain
away
all
the
I’ve
been
a
seeker,
I’ve
traveled
the
wide
But
the
anchor
of
Ga'ate
is
here
deep
inside
My
neighbor
is
kind,
and
the
air
is
is
nothing
to
want,
there
is
nothing
to
fear
truth
that
I’ve
found
in
the
dirt
Healing
the
spirit
and
calming
the
hurt
Oh,
Ga'ate,
you
are
the
song
in
my
chest
When
I’m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
its
rest
With
the
flute
in
the
wind
and
the
drums
in
the
clay
I
am
finally
home,
I
am
finally
Peace
is
a
farmer,
peace
is
the
Peace
is
the
harvest
held
in
my
hand
Oh,
Ga'ate,
you
are
the
song
in
When
I’m
here
in
the
valley,
my
heart
finds
its
rest
It’s not in the gold, it’s not in the pride
It’s the peace that comes when there’s nowhere to hide
Just me and the sunset, the sky turning gold
A story of belonging that’s waiting to be told
(Guitar solo, soaring and melodic)
(Flute intensifies, lifting the melody)
Oh, Ga'ate, you are the song in my chest
When I’m here in the valley, my heart finds its rest
With the flute in the wind and the drums in the clay
Peace
is
a
farmer,
Peace
Yeah,
Peace
in
the
heart,
peace
in
the
land