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One Last Dance
My heart stays in Wyoming
but Montana calls my name
My spurs and bits ‘a jingling'
as my soul goes north again
Cody up through Beartooth Pass
Cooke City just below
The Great Divide off to my left
the glaciers ringed with snow
I stop to mourn the western tribes
as dark clouds form above
The war chant of Tasunka-Witko
crying out with love
My spirit loose to roam the land
the great Oglala's words I hear
Two kindred souls in one last dance
-as Wakan Tanka draws us near
(From ‘Searching For Crazy Horse': February, 2017)
but Montana calls my name
My spurs and bits ‘a jingling'
as my soul goes north again
Cody up through Beartooth Pass
Cooke City just below
The Great Divide off to my left
the glaciers ringed with snow
I stop to mourn the western tribes
as dark clouds form above
The war chant of Tasunka-Witko
crying out with love
My spirit loose to roam the land
the great Oglala's words I hear
Two kindred souls in one last dance
-as Wakan Tanka draws us near
(From ‘Searching For Crazy Horse': February, 2017)
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One Last Dance
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