It is my favorite time of day
When the light of the day starts to slip away.
I make my way to the edge of the trees,
There I sit and listen to the voices on the breeze.

As the sun starts to sink into the west
My heart beats faster inside my chest!
And finally I can begin to see,
All of my Ancestors coming toward me!

All of the Elders sit and speak to me,
There is so much to hear and much to see.
I learn about the old Native ways,
And how life was in ancient days.

My Grandmother comes and gives me a hug,
And in my heart I feel a strong tug.
Granddaughter one day you will come too,
Be proud of the blood that flows inside of you!

I watch as my Ancestors start to fade,
And I hold in my heart this memory they made.
Although you don't see them, they're always there,
The Spirits of my people are everywhere!