Brother Wolf howls.
The mountains echo his cry.
Spirits of our ancestors
Indigo vision.
The Wisdom of the old ones.
In Tribal voices -sing our history
Flowing through us as the river.
Guide us to knowledge.
Native People.
Sacred warrior. First man.
Listen to the forest.
Speak to the Sky.
Beneath the moon.
The Ghost country calls us.
Great Sequoyah.. Prophet
With nature - as one.
The Creator weeps.
Medicine man, Shaman
Please pray for us.
The trail of tears awaits
lead us to the west..
Where twin thunder boys play.
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