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1) Come walk the open mesa, come taste of the desert 
sand,
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Come roam the canyon narrows, and feel for the age of 
this land.
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Chorus: I walk with the Old Ones, their spirit still 
roams through these hills,
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I can hear it again on the desert wind,

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And their songs, they echo here still.
2) There are those who roamed here before us, the Old 
Ones they left us no names,
They lived and they loved, like the sunset they died,
And their spirit still roams here untamed.
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3) Walk softly for here there is magic, listen for the 
songs in the air,
Watch for the signs that they'll give you,
And know that the Old Ones are there.
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