I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes
The years have made me old but they've made me wise
Now the white man lives where our rivers run


For now better days have passed
We walk the streets of broken glass

Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun
Like dogs we were driven from this place
Such injustice, time will not erase

All these changes cannot be undone

When you feel the anger inside of you

Hold your head high - let your aim be true
Though your heart beats like a drum
My native son


Once there was a time my little one
Before the wagons - before the soldiers' guns

When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies

No white flag - no broken truce

With few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear it
Time won't heal it now


With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
He said we were the chosen ones


For all we had there's nothin' left
We won't forgive - we can't forget

You know that your day will come
My native son


With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
What has happened can never be undone


When I was young - not yet a man
The sun rose and set upon our land

We were the chosen ones
My native son