All we’ve got is the land ,I’m tied to the land
I am the land, Don’t make me go
A gift of old, A gift from above
Is not bought or sold .It’s born out of love
Learn how to dance, A dance of the ghosts
To bring what is lost,To the home of our fathers
Harm no one, You must not fight
Do always right, It is the word of Wovoka
Let me dance, a dance of Ghosts
Till springtime brings, All we’ve lost
Let me sing, Sundance song
Take me back , where I belong.
Suddenly Red, Arrows and lead
Bodies are spread, Buried in the Blizzard
A beautiful dream, Gone with my heart
Sacred tree, Grows no more
Last words as you bury my heart
Peace on Earth
Good will to men
Let Me …
