In Monument Valley we ridenMyself and my Navajo guidenI'm moved by the majesty that lives here in this placenHis native home, the dry desert of his racennI don't know these mesas or these landsnLike the fields my mother plowed beside her dadnAnd I hold every story that her father told to menAs dear as myths of the AnasazinnWe ride on and sing our peoples' songsnFrom roots that run as deep as they do longnAnd although I was born here and raised in this nationnThe blood is strong in the first generationnnMy grandmother swept a dirt floornAs the Navajo did here beforenKayenta and Kerry may be wide water apartnBut we're alike in the deep core of the heartnnI've seen the sun set at The Sun's EyenLeft an echo in The Hogan nearbynA song of my people that my mother gave to menIn my tribe music is blood memorynnMusic is blood memory