When the red man rides again
In those days prairies were wild
And life was free and easy
The red man was Nature’s child
O Great Spirit, but life was free!
Buffalo were too many to count
They roamed in sea-like herds
All you needed was a mount
To know the flight of birds.
On the plains horizons were far
You could ride for endless days
And still be lone as a star
— Now they’ve taken it all away.
Roads cut the land to pieces
Dead stone blocks off the wind
O Great Spirit, teach them true riches
— Cleanse our minds: we’ve all sinned.
All this will melt like snow
Until only the plains will remain
O Great Spirit, hang out the rainbow
When the red man rides again.
— And think not that his skin
Would be any special shade
— It’s the spirit that’s within
Of which free men are made —
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