Thunderbird Lyrics

An old chief climbs up in the mountain

To ask the Thunderbird for a fountain

A fountain from the sky

One to cure the dry

Because the Thunderbird knows how to cry

The villagers' wishing well is empty

Their legend tells where there is plenty

Water from a spring

Flowing from a king

The Thunderbird will make their children sing

An Indian summer like no other kind

Baked their breads

Baked their beds, their lives

When will you see the one

Whose cooling showers block the sun

The Thunderbird's the only one who can

Two days gone and two miles high, he's climbing

Past burial grounds and pines he keeps climbing

Driven by a dream

Of a living stream

The Thunderbird rains life from his wings

An Indian summer like no other kind

Baked their breads

Baked their beds, their lives

When will you see the one

Whose cooling showers block the sun

The Thunderbird's the only one who can

Block the sun

Cure the dry

Cooling showers

Flowing stream

Blue and white, the clouds and sky surround him

And lead him to a temple on the mountain

There he cried

When the bird he spied

Opened the sky and splashed down the mountain side

The Thunderbird had heard

His families' dying words

And the silver rain came down to save their Earth

An Indian summer like no other kind

Baked their breads

Baked their beds, their lives

When will you see the one

Whose cooling showers block the sun

The Thunderbird's the only one who can

An Indian summer like no other kind

Baked their breads

Baked their beds, their lives

When will you see the one

Whose cooling showers block the sun,

The Thunderbird's the only one who can