The smoke rises to the sky from the camp fire
As we listen to our heart looking for a new desire
There was the complaining from the old chief
How they didn’t like the sound of the new beat
They feel it has taken away the meaning of the old ways
And how there fathers would be turning in their graves
He tells us that it is important not to forget the past
But then we must learn to adapt if we are to last
Our name and tribe will always known through the wind
And the great spirit will be with us till the end
Our tepees will be change to a home on the hill
And there will be no buffalo for us to kill
So as we watch the new moon while it begins to set
May our spirits be united and our souls be at rest