[Intro]
Under red stone, under fire,
Where the hawk cuts through the light,
We were born with dust and thunder,
We were children of the height.

[Verse]
Morning came on painted ridges,
Smoke rose soft from cedar flame,
Horses breathed beside the river,
Every canyon knew our name.
Mothers sang beside the embers,
Fathers watched the eastern glow,
And the wind moved like a warning
Through the grasslands far below.

[Pre-Chorus]
We had no crown, we had no border,
Only stars and open ground,
Every trail a sacred order,
Every footstep holy sound.

[Chorus]
Chiricahua Sky, carry my name,
Over the mountains, over the flame.
Before the iron, before the cry,
We were free beneath the Chiricahua Sky.

[Verse]
I learned the bow, I learned the silence,
Learned the hoofbeat, learned the stone,
Learned the way a man grows stronger
When the night becomes his home.
Elders spoke of shadow seasons,
White smoke rising from the plains,
But my heart was young and burning,
Like a storm inside my veins.

[Pre-Chorus]
We had no chains, we had no master,
Only earth beneath our hands,
But the world was moving faster
Toward our mesas, toward our lands.

[Chorus]
Chiricahua Sky, carry my name,
Over the mountains, over the flame.
Before the iron, before the cry,
We were free beneath the Chiricahua Sky.

[Instrumental]
Drums of the canyon, strings of the dawn,
Guitars like riders moving on.

[Bridge]
I heard the spirits in the thunder,
I saw the old ones in the rain,
They said the road would break asunder,
They said the blood would mark the plain.

[Breakdown]
No wall could hold the desert.
No chain could bind the wind.
No empire knew the fire
That was waking from within.

[Build-up]
Raise the drum, raise the cry,
Raise the song to the endless sky.

[Chorus]
Chiricahua Sky, carry my name,
Over the mountains, over the flame.
Before the iron, before the cry,
We were free beneath the Chiricahua Sky.

[Chorus]
Chiricahua Sky, remember me,
Born of the dust, of the stone, of the free.
When the last old warriors die,
Sing our names beneath the Chiricahua Sky.

[Outro]
Under red stone, under fire,
Where the hawk cuts through the light,
We were born beneath the heavens,
And the heavens knew our fight.