It's six o'clock and the air is filled with good things
The scent of eggs and coffee drifts upon the wind
Not far away the sacred fire burns
One sentry's shift is over and another one begins
People gathered from the four directions
United by a love of life, pledged to stand or fall
It's Wounded Knee and People's Park united
Here will be born a homeland, not a highway to the mall
It's morning at the Minnehaha Free State
A little strip of native land
Along the banks of the Mississippi
Right here the Mendota make their stand
The Mendota people lived along this river
Fish among its waters and hunted on the plain
Now they are a people with no homeland
And they say here beside the river they'll remain
It's morning at the Minnehaha Free State
A little strip of native land
Along the banks of the Mississippi
Right here the Mendota make their stand
And when the cops and 'dozers come
To carry off every face
Will you come to Minnehaha
Rise up, lock down and take their place?
It's morning at the Minnehaha Free State
A little strip of native land
Along the banks of the Mississippi
Right here the Mendota make their stand