| Song | In My Tribe |
| Artist | Cathie Ryan |
| Album | Somewhere Along The Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ryan | |
| In Monument Valley we ride | |
| Myself and my Navajo guide | |
| I'm moved by the majesty that lives here in this place | |
| His native home, the dry desert of his race | |
| I don't know these mesas or these lands | |
| Like the fields my mother plowed beside her dad | |
| And I hold every story that her father told to me | |
| As dear as myths of the Anasazi | |
| We ride on and sing our peoples' songs | |
| From roots that run as deep as they do long | |
| And although I was born here and raised in this nation | |
| The blood is strong in the first generation | |
| My grandmother swept a dirt floor | |
| As the Navajo did here before | |
| Kayenta and Kerry may be wide water apart | |
| But we're alike in the deep core of the heart | |
| I've seen the sun set at The Sun's Eye | |
| Left an echo in The Hogan nearby | |
| A song of my people that my mother gave to me | |
| In my tribe music is blood memory | |
| Music is blood memory |
| zuo ci : Ryan | |
| In Monument Valley we ride | |
| Myself and my Navajo guide | |
| I' m moved by the majesty that lives here in this place | |
| His native home, the dry desert of his race | |
| I don' t know these mesas or these lands | |
| Like the fields my mother plowed beside her dad | |
| And I hold every story that her father told to me | |
| As dear as myths of the Anasazi | |
| We ride on and sing our peoples' songs | |
| From roots that run as deep as they do long | |
| And although I was born here and raised in this nation | |
| The blood is strong in the first generation | |
| My grandmother swept a dirt floor | |
| As the Navajo did here before | |
| Kayenta and Kerry may be wide water apart | |
| But we' re alike in the deep core of the heart | |
| I' ve seen the sun set at The Sun' s Eye | |
| Left an echo in The Hogan nearby | |
| A song of my people that my mother gave to me | |
| In my tribe music is blood memory | |
| Music is blood memory |
| zuò cí : Ryan | |
| In Monument Valley we ride | |
| Myself and my Navajo guide | |
| I' m moved by the majesty that lives here in this place | |
| His native home, the dry desert of his race | |
| I don' t know these mesas or these lands | |
| Like the fields my mother plowed beside her dad | |
| And I hold every story that her father told to me | |
| As dear as myths of the Anasazi | |
| We ride on and sing our peoples' songs | |
| From roots that run as deep as they do long | |
| And although I was born here and raised in this nation | |
| The blood is strong in the first generation | |
| My grandmother swept a dirt floor | |
| As the Navajo did here before | |
| Kayenta and Kerry may be wide water apart | |
| But we' re alike in the deep core of the heart | |
| I' ve seen the sun set at The Sun' s Eye | |
| Left an echo in The Hogan nearby | |
| A song of my people that my mother gave to me | |
| In my tribe music is blood memory | |
| Music is blood memory |