Never Ending, chanting goes on,
it lives deep in the heart of me
so cold are the winters of the past
never to be relived, just memories
how beautiful life was in the
wilderness of true freedom
where our nation lived in harmony
with nature..
We keep seeing the torment
that has imprisoned us, no one
knows the hurt, Gods on high
knows, he has taken so many of
his people home, a place where
pastures are green and love
cools the air of hatred..
Set the people free, teach
them, real meaning of togetherness
where the tribes live in peace
with their God, dance their
dance of fire, giving thanks to
God of life..
Chanting shall be offered
toward freedom among nations,
they shall once be free to
pervail almong the wilderness
of there dreams, they shall
grow into the red wood,
of knowledge..
Indian tribes chant, dance
among the fires of magical
wisdom, keep the generations
growing into a proud nation,
where the baffalo shall once
again roam free..
Oh My poeple; I shall chant
words of wisdom, words
to guide you home from
reservatioins, I shall
teach you old ways,
ways that'll make you warm
and a loving nation again..
