"Burn down the mission!"

So said the noon day sun

On a wearisome expedition, 

when the vision quest had begun

Unbeknownst to the drifter, 

unbeknownst to the solitary one

In the land of enchantment, 

with a strand of the story left undone



The dirt of Chimayo, 

Make the crippled ones walk

Make the somber ones smile 

And the silent ones talk

Took the path of the least resistance

To the place where the suffering people go

To touch the dirt of Chimayo



Adobe tower, 

past the wooden courtyard gates

Oh the ancient healing power 

from the inside emanates

Where the walking sticks gather 

that were left by the travelers of faith 

And a hero's bravado, 

disappears with the look upon his face 



The dirt of Chimayo...



Lost and found

Gone then saved

Turned around

And made my way

Lighter now

Not so brave

Don't know how

I made it to this place



The dirt of Chimayo...