Spirit

White Eagle crossed the big horn river
His ponies piled with furs
Snow Flower waited with the women of the tribe
Too many moons, he'd been gone from her

As the sunset led him homeward
He saw clouds of smoke above the trees
He cut his ponies loose, and rode just like the wind
He could smell the white man on the breeze

Through the dust he saw the ashes
Of his family and home
Sole-survivor of the people
Whose spirit he must carry on alone

He rides the horizon
A silhouette painted on the moonlit sky
And he cries for the ones he loves
With an anger in his blood, a pain inside his heart
And a spirit that never dies

White Eagle watched the fall of Custer
He died a hundred times at wounded knee
Walked with his homeless brothers down the trail of tears
On his path through history

And through the years he sees the ashes
Of his family and home
Sole-survivor of a people
Who's spirit he still carries on alone

As he rides the horizon
A silhouette painted on the moonlit sky
And he cries for the ones he loves
With an anger in his blood, a pain inside his heart
And a spirit that never dies

As he rides to a horizon
A silhouette painted on the moonlit sky
And he cries for the ones he loves
With an anger in his blood, a pain inside his heart
And a spirit that never dies
And the spirit must never die