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The old people of the earth tell stories
An old woman of the old ways
She said, "I recall all my joy
In better days"
The young warriors of the open rainbow
Said, "Tell me, is it true?
Tell me, do some live out of beds and rest
In the cities too?
Is it true?"
At the edge where I live
Home sweet home, America
The earth ones they said, "Our religion
Is in these lands and skies"
Sweet Mother, our land's gone
To modern worlds
Modern lives
And the new ecology
You know we were the first
Believe me, we will be the last
To keep the light
For the earth
At the edge where I live
Home sweet home, America
Native American nation
Caught in the devastation
In this situation
What can I do?
The ghost of prejudice
Cuts through the moonglow
Poet on a crying page
Broken rainbow
Broken rainbow
Home sweet home, America