To go on ahead of us
Scout out the secret campsites
And the hidden beaches
She knew the value of a tent
And loved the old ways of childhood
Before the white men came
The hunting and gathering days
I will set up three tents
Moses said one to the Lord
Of the harvest one to the rain
And one to you old friend
I will build a holy place
In my heart against your end
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