White heat.. Was on
Our tracks
The four-legged on
The run
White heat.. On our
Backs
Burning like a
Sun
We walked.. Walked
Til there was no-where
Left to go
We walked.. Many fell
Down
Bloody in the
Snow
White heat.. Was on
Our tracks
And growing to a
Flood
White heat.. On our
Backs
And growing to a
Flood
We fought..
Fought
Til there was no-where
Left to go
We fell… A pool of
Red neath
Passing wheels in mud
And snow
Black elk… "I did
Not know then
How much was that
End.. "
Black elk… "I see
It now…
From the high-hill
Old age.. "
Black elk… "I see
The people
Scattered along the
Gulch
Black elk… "I see
It plain..
"as when I saw with
Young eyes…
And I see… Something
Else died
In the bloody
Snow… I see…
A peoples' dream died
There…
It was a beautiful
Dream..
It was a beautiful
Dream… "
Wo-o, wo-o-o-o,
Wo-o-o-o
Wo-o, wo-o-o-o,
Wo-o-o-o