Tom Adams: Guitars, flute sample, RealTrack arrangement, RealDrum arrangement, mix and mastering.
Janice Merritt: Vocal
  © 2014 Tom Adams & Bud Merritt
 
I watched the sun paint the evening sky
and slept on the mesa in the star light
I sought a vision of a way back to you
But there were no signs, I felt hope die

All I need is the touch of a healing hand
Come on home and be my medicine man

I’m the daughter of Mother Nature’s son
Grandfather said I was a chosen one
Cleanse the spirit clear the mind
Bathed in the mud, washed in the blood

I need is the touch of a healing hand
Come on home and be my medicine man

I searched for herbs in the valley below
Down by the river a wise old crow
left a message and flew into the sun
Flowers, leaves, roots won't cure me, no no

All I need is the touch of a healing hand
Come on home and be my medicine man

Come on home and be my medicine man