From Worlds Within My Dreams

I feel a kindred with you, My native... Land. And brethren of spoken tongues. Those of my ancestors, Every one. I feel a kindred with you, My native... Home I've come to know. I feel the wind coming to sweep, And stir the prairies. I see the tumbleweed roll. And swirls of dust enfold it! I feel the rhythm with each drum beat. I paint those symbols I see, From skies above. And when they land, We beings meet. We greet as if lost souls. I feel a kindred with you, My native... From worlds within my dreams you've come. To me and others who have not succumbed... With misgivings of a tortured faith. Never in doubt but sometimes clouded! I feel a kindred with you, My native... Land. And brethren of spoken tongues. Those of my ancestors, Every one. I feel a kindred with you, My native... Home I've come to know, From worlds within my dreams.