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Words & Music: Rattlesnake Annie
Aztec Fields
Children of the sun, earth and sky are one
Harvest of gold in the Aztec Fields
They came down like a flood
Turning water into blood
Planting the cross in the Aztec Fields
Green flowing valleys of Old Mexico
Rainbow colored corn and wild flowers grow
Mighty Aztec people with vision from afar
Healing, teaching, building to the stars
Then over the mountains and up from the sea
Angry voices calling, hungry eyes of greed
Marching men of war, cutting blades of steel
Red bodies scattered in pieces on the field
Now there’s cold winds blowing over the bones
In Aztec Fields where all secrets are known
Men of magic painting skin and stone
In Aztec fields where ancient spirits roam
Publisher: Ann McGowan Music Inc. BMI
International copyright secured
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