Out in the prairie the bison dared to roam The crying of a lone shot claimed they're forever gone High in the breezing winds an eagle dared to fly For the white man's sake the covenant was just a lie
Out in the flowing streams the beaver dared to build The never ending ignorance the paleface's guilt A single tent was left lonesome in the woods When the cannons spoke the words Murderers took off the hoods
By the grace of all your wisdom In the hunting grounds it flies Chase the track and ride free Let the flutes play for a last time Ban the white man's tyranny
And they came riding with their hate And marching with their greed Served their senseless need But they stood tall in their own fate They knew their bloody way