Through these hills I am walking
In search for my healing and
for guidance by God

Or anyone out there,
who please could just help me

Down these rivers I follow
The stream going upwards
Wading through sorrow
To wash my pain away

Oh, over these mountains
I carry this shipload, my burden

The burden of a thousand cultures
Destroyed by the misery of stones

Who else could please save me
And lead me to tomorrow
To reach down within me
And bless me with rain

These teardrops are falling
Through skin, bone and marrow

Make strings full of joyment
And laughter today

From my memoirs ‘TOBACCO – Curse & Blessing of a Shamaness