Letras
Cold water flowing through the valley
Winding its way back home to where I was a child
Campfires burn to the night sky
Not knowing who to trust let down many times
We drift like a lost soul in clouds skies
Not knowing who to trust let down many times
Smoked a peace pipe betrayed by white lies
Moved to a place we did not recognize
Freedom was gifted from fathers to sons
We let our children down by promises of a better life
Lost the freedom we so prized moved to a place we didn't recognize
Once a proud nation we held our heads high
Respected by native tribes
Looked down by thousands who stole our lands
Destroyed the wildlife for the greed of man
So many suffer at wounded knee
We want to move back to the spirit trees we want to move back to the spirit trees