The day has passed as we see the new moon appear
While we are hunting for food without any fear
The prairie is quite as I look up to the star
For I am feeling a little lonely as my tribe is so far
I have talked to the spirits and they tell me every thing will come out good
For I am standing on the land where my father stood
As a boy I would stand on a rock and feel the cool breeze
And start to cry when my father would start to leave
Over the years I have learned what I must do
To understand that it will be hard to fill my fathers shoe
My brother has become the new chief of our tribe
As I listed to the problems and see him start to sigh
The problems of having food and a place where we can call home
Because we can’t even find where the buffalo would roam
So we dance around the fire singing to see Gods wrath
For the white man has come and has destroyed everything in their path
Their government has given us seed to plant in the land
But has moved us to a land that is nothing but sand
As the sun begins to rise we hope to find just a small heard of deer
To bring home some meat and hear a warm cheer
So as the years begin to pass and we won’t hear any songs
For the white man has taken everything and tell us we are wrong
The joy of the hunt will be heard in my happy cry
But the spirit will always be in my songs until I die