Warm are the winds on the desert,
a whirlwind is dancing around.
I stop to survey all the beauty that's here
when a shadow moves out 'cross the ground.
It's an eagle that circles above me,
and he calls to his friends on the hill,
"stay close together, move not a feather,
man walks among us...be still...be still...
man walks among us...be still."

Everything hides, but I see them.
I've spotted an old mother quail.
I look close and see, looking right back at me,
the eyes of a young cottontail.
I see a coyote sneaking
and the eagle screams down, "stay close to the ground,
man walks among us...be still...be still...
man walks among us...be still."

Twenty feet high in the side of a cactus,
I see a hole where the butcher bird stays.
If mortals could choose and if Heaven should ask us,
this is where I would spend all of my days.

Soon will be gone all the desert,
and cities will cover each hill.
Today will just be a fond memory,
man walks among us...be still...be still...
man walks among us...be still.