Letras
In a four by room at Pine Ridge
On a cold December day
A spirit come down from the heaven world
To take Red Cloud away
Mary and Jesus and the Stars and Stripes
Looked down on his bed
Women brought snow in off the ground
To cool his fevered head
When the dust of his wars rolled in from the past
Like storm clouds gathered from time
He knew his day on earth had come
To make his peace and die
He raised his hand for mercy
Surrendered his last breath of life
And six white horses came into the room
And took him to the sky
Where he stood face to face with a mysterious form
At the edge of eternity
God said, "Hello Red Cloud
Now say what you will to me"
Red Cloud said, "I hope the great Heavenly Father
Who looks upon us will give all the tribes His blessings
That they may go forth in peace
And live in peace all their days
And that our Heavenly Father will look upon our children
As His children, that all tribes may be His children
And as we shake hands today on this broad plain
May we forever live in peace
Now my sun has set, my day is done"
Just like the book says from the days of old
No cross, no crown
At the end of the life, at the setting sun
We lay our burdens down
We lay our burdens down
When Sitting Bull laid down to sleep
He didn't know when the morning come
That Red Tomahawk and a police force
Armed with blazing guns
Would storm into his cabin
And drag him from his bed
Throw him in the yard like a mangy dog
Where he was shot and left for dead
Murdered by McLoughlin's men
He never even had a chance
All because he stayed true to the ghost in his heart
And wouldn't give up the dance
His horse started spinnin' and twirling
The world went round and round
Everybody saw Sitting Bull's body
But his soul was nowhere to be found
He stood face to face with a mysterious form
At the edge of eternity
God said, "Hello Sitting Bull
Now say what you will to me"
You made me an Indian and I thank you
But Father now I ask you
What treaty have the Sioux made with the white man
That we have broken? Not one
And what treaty has the white man ever made with us
That they have kept? Not one
Is it wrong for me to love my own and defend them?
Is it wicked for me because my skin is red or because I am a Sioux?
I gladly died for my people and my country
Because I am an Indian
Just like the book said from the days of old
No cross, no crown
At the end of the life, at the setting sun
We lay our burdens down
We lay our burdens down
In a jailhouse in Nebraska
It was on September five
Crazy Horse was fighting hard
To keep himself alive
He screamed just like a panther
At the sight of a guardhouse door
Stabbed in the back by a soldier's dagger
Crazy Horse fell down on the floor
He was the last warrior standing
Defending the old way
The way of the Sioux
The way of the great Sioux
And he stood face to face with a mysterious form
At the edge of eternity
God said, "Hello Crazy Horse
Now say what you will to me"
And he said, "I am a man of peace
And I am a man of war
And I am a man of love and war
And I am a man of all"
And he said, "I am a man of peace and I am a man of war
And I am a man of love and war
And I am a man of all"
He stood face to face with a mysterious form
At the edge of eternity
God said, "Hello Crazy Horse
Now say what you will to me"
"Hello Red Cloud"
"I am a man of all"
He stood face to face with a mysterious form
At the edge of eternity
God said, "Hello, Crazy Horse
Now say what you will to me."
He stood face to face with a mysterious form
At the edge of eternity
God said, "Hello, Crazy Horse
Now say what you will to me."
Upon suffering, beyond suffering
The red nation shall rise again
And it shall be a blessing for a sick world
A world filled with broken promises, selfishness, separations
A world longing for light again
I see a time of seven generations
When all of the colors of mankind will
Gather under the sacred tree of life
And the whole earth will become one circle again
And that day, there will be those among the Lakota
Who will carry knowledge and understanding
Of unity among all living things
And the young white ones will come to those of my people
And ask for this wisdom
I salute the light within your eyes
Where the whole universe dwells
For when you are at that center within you
And I am at that place within me
We shall be one
Three men, three warriors
Good and noble chiefs
Prophets to their people
May they rest awhile in peace
Their words echo like thunder
Through the canyons of time
And shine like a flaming arrow
In a world, in a world
Where truth is hard to find
No cross, no crown
No cross, no crown
No cross, no crown