On Ghost Ridge [from "100 Years: One Woman's Fight for Justice" so]

Sometimes far across the winter plain
Call my name
Softly tears of rain run down my cheek
Whispering

A power full of fear and nowhere left to run
The cold and lonely end of promises undone
Before the rising sun
Hold on and take my hand
We'll ride a falling star
Into the spirit land

Sometimes far across the winter plain
Call my name