My brother saw them coming over the mountainBut he never made it down to the groundIt was mid December,there was cold in the airAnd the women were movin' around
Twenty-two men, the rest women and childrenWe gathered to meet our foeA hundred to one, and we looked kind of funnyBut my mother never lived to know
What it's like to have taken awayThe land on which you were bornBy a sordid illusion all dressed in blueYou'll be dead before the mornin' comes,dead before the dawn
My fathers before me hunted buffalo hereAnd the women made their clothesTill the white man came and destroted the yearsAnd they said,"that's the way that it goes."
Without hesitation they entered our campWith the general holdin' the rearThen they shot our children and raped our womenAnd the white man was heard to cheerThey shot our children and raped our womenThank god my mother never lived to see
What it's like to have taken awayThe land on which you were bornBy a sordid illusion all dressed in blueYou'll be dead before the mornin' comes,dead before the dawn
Copyright ©1971,Daniel J. Smith