Sitting Bull saw it in a dream

White men falling from the sky

And for a time

We believed

The prophecy was fulfilled

The soldiers came to kill us

Our women, our children

Our future, our dreams

Foolish men

They did not see

They join in the Ghost Dance

Now

Together in sorrow

Our blood flows like two rivers into one

Brothers we are

Brothers we have always been

Oh Mother Earth

Forgive us.

Truly

Now

There is a falling from the sky

The sacred hoop is broken

But different hands with different voice

Hear the ancient songs

And soon

All men will see

That truth and justice

Must

Prevail.