Song Lyrics- Volume 1: "Culture"
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words and music by: Ted Ramírez
I am from the desert
I am from this land
I play every morning
In the hot desert sand
From my mother’s eyes I see a stranger
And, I see sadness in her eyes
A man with a wagon has come to take me
To the Indian school we must say goodbye
Please, please precious mother
Send him far away
I don’t want to leave you
I only want to stay
But, there is no way for me to stay here
I must learn to live in a different way
There are many new customs I will be learning
I have never felt quite this way
I will miss my grandma
I will miss my dad
I will miss my pony
I will miss my friends
They talk about the goods that await me
I really do like to learn new things
It’s just so hard to say goodbye now
I never have felt quite this way
Goodbye precious mother
I must go away
I will be at Escuela
With all my friends
You know in spirit I will always be with you
Even though I am living so far away
If you get to feeling sad and you miss me
Just look out to the Baboquivari
And I will look there each morning
To the highest place
If you’ll look there with me
We can share this place
Then every morning we can be together
And I will feel happy knowing you’re there
Never forget how much I love you
And always remember how much I care
I am from the desert
I am from this land
I live at Escuela
With all my friends
