Rita Cantu: Music

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CHORUS
We are the past, you are the future…
Into your hands we are placing the grail.
We are the past you are the future,
long may we share our ways along the trail!
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He stood strong and lean for his 84 years,
with eyes that could pierce like the sun …
He said, “I cruised the timber stands all around here..
this view that you see was my home …

Tell me, what have you done since I left it?
How have you managed the land?
What’s become of the sons of the families I knew …
ah, my friend, can you just understand?

CHORUS

From years standing watch in a fire tower’s cab
she could pinpoint a smoke in the sky.
She knew the feel of the wind’s icy stab,
and the scream of a hawk flying by…

She said, “How are you counting the strikes now?
Do you still feel the thunder’s deep roll?
Although your equipment can pinpoint the flame,
do you still feel the spark in your soul?

CHORUS
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They were young, eager men working hard in the camps
of Franklin Delano’s Corps,
and the roads and the trails and the structures they built
stood for peace, conservation, and more…

Now they ask, “What do today’s youth believe in?
Who is shaping their character now?
Do the men and the women who work with the land
know the history that makes them stand proud?

CHORUS
(c) 2000 Rita Cantu