The plains are silent, they no longer roar
With thundering hooves that shook it's core.
There's no smoke from the plateau to signal a friend
For they're all long gone, there's no message to send,
Except in the night when their spirits roam free
The valleys echo with a silent plea
To remember the buffalo, remember the wealth
When they were only hunted with arrow and stealth.
The Indian and pony rode as one
From tribe and herd warmed by the sun
Or in winter sheltered from the awesome cold,
Each season's future was theirs to hold.
In the land of plenty where there was room for all
Young braves were proud and walked so tall,
To remember the teepees by tumbling water
And children rode bareback with rawhide halter
With the right to grow strong in their beautiful land
Where the eagle soars high searching mountains and sand,
'Justice they cry in the hush of the night'
Those ghosts of the past who lost their birthright.
With arms towards haeven, hand in the sky
Will they awer his question, the reason why?
With thundering hooves that shook it's core.
There's no smoke from the plateau to signal a friend
For they're all long gone, there's no message to send,
Except in the night when their spirits roam free
The valleys echo with a silent plea
To remember the buffalo, remember the wealth
When they were only hunted with arrow and stealth.
The Indian and pony rode as one
From tribe and herd warmed by the sun
Or in winter sheltered from the awesome cold,
Each season's future was theirs to hold.
In the land of plenty where there was room for all
Young braves were proud and walked so tall,
To remember the teepees by tumbling water
And children rode bareback with rawhide halter
With the right to grow strong in their beautiful land
Where the eagle soars high searching mountains and sand,
'Justice they cry in the hush of the night'
Those ghosts of the past who lost their birthright.
With arms towards haeven, hand in the sky
Will they awer his question, the reason why?