Brave and proud as all the village vowed
That the land would belong to our sons
We pledged our name, was then the wagons came
And we ran from the sound of the guns
Fugitives across the land with empty hearts and empty hands
And all the troubles underneath the sun
Life was all we had to give but not the life we used to live
With all the triumph over now and done
Sick and weak, we came to Bitter Creek
In the year I became twenty-five
The young and old we faced the bitter cold
In the last great event of our lives
Underdogs in every place and every line on every face
Remained to tell of land that we had lost
Leaning on the only hope we lay with elk and antelope
To fight the k**ing fever of the frost
Robbed of the right to be one with the white
It's the end of the fight for the redman
Gone is the grace and the pride on his face
It's the end of the race for the redman