The Ballad of Belili the Beloved of Tanasi Clear waters of Ani-Yunwiya Struggle to the shore, Through Inca, Aztec, ancient Maya, From love to war. Dance, Beloved of Tanasi, Bring bright Baile home To climb the high spruce tree Before the soldiers come. May old Belili of Tanasi Let young Baile dance With me in my tree. Give us our chance To make a wild brown dark-eyed girl Or a boy who knows the song Boughs sing and rocks purl Their whole lives long.