Back a long long time ago
   There was an old man his story he told
   He was the chief of a native tribe and he
   Spoke of beginnings and endings and wars and lies
   He said "I tell my tale from a different view
   Of the day we saw wagons and suddenly knew
   Our lives would never be the same but
   No nightmare compared to what they brought our way"
  
   "White man after white man came over the hills that protected our lives
   They went on to steal our freedom when their own they couldn't find."
  
   "They soon took over the west and the east
   Always making promises they couldn't keep
   My baby died from diseases they brought
   And all the while we hardly fought
   To tired to fight we travelled all day
   Trying to escape the death that they made
   Buffalo's gone, land's divided by train
   They don't want us here but they won't let us get away
  
   You should see my mother's tears
   too proud to well up in her eyes
   You should hear the wind whisper its sad goodbyes"
  
   CHORUS
   "If you take the land
   Please respect the land
   This is our one last plea
   Before we're forced to flee
   And lead your white man's way
   And to finish off these lonely lonely days
   We'll warn you as we once were
   Take only what you need and leave the land as you found it."
  
   He went on to tell me "never underestimate
   The power of the sun and the moon
   and the tide and fate"
   He said "you white men don't understand
   what it's truly like to live off the land
   Too bad you've never tried it then you'd realize
   it's not your land to have."
  
   "Everyone should get a chance
   to hear the owls speak their wisdom at night
   Everyone needs to witness coyotes
   that fill you with fright."