My Grandfather told me one night long ago
the land of my people would turn into stone, into ash
Destroying the future and covering the past
His old eyes were closing, his light growing dim
the Earth opened up, swallowing him, gray and cold
I did not understand, how could I know?
I hear my ancestors calling to me
a voice on the wind, and a song in my dreams, far away
in between the night and the day
I feel a change in the wind and the rain
the hawk speaks to me and she tells me her pain, stay away
blood like a river will flow here today
My mother the Sun and my Sister the moon
look down on my now on this cold afternoon, as I wait
all of the good things have fled from the place
As the men enter the valley below
my friends by my side, and my hands on my bow, be my guide
Don't turn away from me great Father sky
Sister moon shine on me, no man can stop me now
You can't k** me