I listen to the thump of my feet
As we dance to the drummers beet
We send up many cries to the sky
Knowing the spirits have watched with the eagles eye
I work all day doing many task
Getting every thing ready so the family will last
The hides have been sewed into blankets to wear
To keep us warm in the cold winters air
The food has been salted and pack away
For in the winter it will be hard to find some prey
As the years pass us by we seen a lot of change
For you don’t see the mighty buffalo in the open range
The fences have stolen the freedom to roam
And the tepee has change to a wooden home
The streets have filled with loud and dirty cars
So we ask if man has really come that far
So while I sit and tell the stories to my children
To wish that I would of never seen a pilgrim