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An azure bird with lovely wings

could always prompt my friend to sing;

she sang of sky and earthly things

and how her mother lives again.



And when she sang, what I heard,

a dreamweaver's song of a hummingbird;

I listened closely and I could hear

the song of a child and a Trail of Tears



Her mother's name was Hummingbird,

her blood was Cherokee;

she sang the songs of Mother Earth

she had learned upon her mother's knee.



She sang of mountains, waters, trees,

and of ancestors gone;

but what she sang most happily

was the beautiful hummingbird song:



"O eternal dreamer, fairest of all

Hear me, Mother, for your daughter calls;

Hummingbird, Hummingbird, sing me a song...

sing to me Mother, the Hummingbird Song"