Whalebones and crosses

Stand against the Arctic sky

The wind blows through the graveyard

Where our fallen fathers lie

Eternal snow that covers them

The shadows of the sun

The mighty struggle on the seas

A way of life is run



I’ll sing for you my father

For the ancient sacred ways

How the hunter loved the hunted

How the night becomes the day

The circle of the mighty spirit

Keeps us in its fold

The warmth of understanding

Like a light shot through the cold



Then bring to me my people

Touch them with your loving hands

Lead them from confusion

Lead them back unto the land

For a sickness seems to block their path

It clouds my peoples’ eyes

The promise that an idle truth

Will reap a golden lie



Whalebones and crosses

Stand against the Arctic sky

The wind blows through the graveyard

Where our fallen fathers lie

The timeless hunt a journey back

To what we once came from

Compassion and nobility

Beneath the midnight sun

The mighty struggle of the seas

A way of life is run