The Lost Sea

Well and there is a LOST SEA Somewhere running through The crystal caverns down and Around the foot hills of the Appalachian Mountains... I remember some kind of strange Indian folklore from many lifetimes Lived before, you look into my eyes By firelight and you can clearly See all the tribal signs of mine and I got this sense of de ja vu all over Again as voices come whispering to Me in the wild night wind... Well I can feel the a strong vibration Of an ancient and powerful magic Sense the beginning of creation, in The shadow of the moon's shadow As you begin to chant and I enter into A trance, seeing the faces of the ancestors And the elders, as the sacred smoke Rises high up in the midnight sky and Talking to me as if they were alive... Well it's the ceremony of Sequoya And my re-initiation into the secret Indian nation as raven's circle my head In a giant star like formation... Somewhere down and around the The hallowed grounds of a crystal cavern Somewhere under the foothills of The Appalachian Mountains... Well I am led down now to the LOST SEA And reborn an honorary wet winged Cherokee!