The landscape is silhouetted against a purple sky
Buffalo and antelope freely roam
O'er grassy plains that they call home
Nearby a warrior quietly stands
Gazing out o'er the native land
A place his tribe has called home
Since wild horses had begun to roam
An eagle soars in the northern sky
As baby robins learn to fly
A mother bear plays with her cubs
Gently guiding them with motherly love
A powerful waterfall flows into a stream
As salmon begin their struggle upstream
The mountain lion hunts for its next meal
The Indian brave begins to kneel
In the distance he observes
A wagon train winding through treacherous curves
The settlers are coming to farm the land
And mine for gold as fine as sand
A worried frown creases his chiseled face
Is this the beginning of the end of his race?
Has the white man come to chase them away?
He is determined to fight and stay
Many years have since gone by
Not many eagles still fly
The land is settled to extreme
Salmon swim up polluted streams
The Indians have lost their battle for the land
They trusted the wrong kind of man
The white man's law they must abide
But they'll never take their warrior pride!
