The Tracker's Song - Stephen Stirling, David Lord, Cecilia

I from the heavenly Pointers come

below the edge of the setting sun

Directions lay in hyper space

so feelings guide the human race

Visions flowing from the holy one

Listen children to my simple song

The human life is not so very long

Taking heed, as you grasp for goals

for destiny is full of holes

back on earth I pray you won’t go

wrong

If you want your drams here and now

pull, don’t push, the sacred cow

Hail the celestial Pointers clan

hallowed is our winged band

On our foreheads an arrow fixed

directions clear and seldom mixed

Portents rising from a sainted hand

If you want your drams here and now

pull, don’t push, the sacred cow