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 screams 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

As he crawls through the brush on the hill

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

Here's where I'd want to spend all of my days



Soon will be gone all the desert

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