Far across the sea, a party of Indian warriors rowed through a wooded land, where two scouts could see them from a distance, alerting the tribal village that their brave chief, Powhatan has returned.
Native Americans:
Hega hega ya-hi-ye-hega
Ya-hi-ye-ne-he hega
Hega hega ya-hi-ye-hega
Ya-hi-ye-ne-he hega
Women:
Steady as the beating drum
Singing to the cedar flute
Seasons go and seasons come
Bring the corn and bear the fruit
Native Americans:
By the waters sweet and clean
Where the mighty sturgeon lives
Plant the squash and reap the bean
All the earth our mother gives
O great spirit, hear our song
Help us keep the ancient ways
Keep the sacred fire strong
Walk in balance all our days
Seasons go and seasons come
Steady as the beating drum
Plum to seed to bud to plum
(Hega hega ya-hi-ye hega)
Steady as the beating drum
Hega hega ya-hi-ye-hega
Ya-hi-ye-ne-he hega
The villagers gathered around, welcoming Powhatan and his brave warriors home.
"Ka-ma wingapo, Powhatan." greeted Kekata, the village shaman.
"Ay-man-ay-cho, Kekata." Powhatan greeted back. "It's good to be home."
Then, he turned to his people.
"Chesk-cham-ay! The Massawomecks are defeated! With the help of our brothers, our villages are safe again!"
As the villagers cheered, Kekata said to Powhatan. "Your return has brought much joy to the village. Look at all these smiling faces."
"And yet, there's one smiling face I hope to see." said Powhatan. "Where's my daughter?"
"You know Pocahontas." replied Kekata. "She has her mother's spirit. She goes wherever the wind takes her."