There’s a man who stands alone
In a place unlike this earth
His eyes are growing old
He stares out on the land
That he walks by right of birth

Water flowing through canyon walls
The air surrounding mountain halls
The deer are running from hunters speed
The leaves are falling from aspen trees

Stone lions guard the place
Of tribes from yesterday
For hunting they did go
Crystal prisms dance on antler walls
Asking gods for winter keep
Outside the pueblo

Water flowing through canyon walls
The air surrounding mountain halls
The deer are running from hunters speed
The leaves are falling from aspen trees

Kiva doors unlock the world
To a Santa Fe good night
Mountain peaks all covered with snow
The moonlit sky fills with stars
As seen through ancient eyes

Outside the pueblo
Outside the pueblo
From the heart of an Indian soul
Outside the pueblo
For hunting they did go
Outside the pueblo