Wind blowing,whispering, moaning
Across the prairie plains
Spectres of ancient warriors
Dancing - leaping to drums' refrains

The echos of once long past
Flow through mind's hearing
Telling the stories of long ago
Before a nation's erring

For what was then
Is now no more
Memories of things once true
All now behind closed door

A once tall and proud people
Wild prairies grassy tides did roam
Once a great nation, now forsaken
Traveling the plains, once their home

Freedom ways only a dim dark memory
Now moved to the reservation to dwell
For them and all their childern to stay
White man says "You should do well

We to you are granting this land
And are newcomers here to this heaven
So you must give to us your home
It's on a reservation you will be living"

Plains once rich with all earth's bounty
Now houses stand far as eyes can see
Winds blowing, whispering, moaning
Mourning for all that once used to be

Winds blowing, whispering, moaning....