Warm and right It felt that night When all the guns Ceased to be And the flames All retreated And I saw your eyes Fatigued and black Your skin twisted From all the flak But now we are done And brothers Once again We can become
As the bull lies down The hills turn from black to gold and the river to powder And the red cloud Paints the hawks feathers They know war has come And will not end For the pale do not Fear the horses And a people Fall upon Wounded knees There is a shout That is whispered Upon the wind That someday yet We will be free
When the wick Turns to ash And all sinks Back into black Do you see Do you feel Can you tell My voice is real Listen to me And all I say For all through The night I will remain Until it is once Again bright day