Geronimo

They called me white cheese, I was there, to put a flower in my hair. No experience can compare, for five long years. On Thanksgiving, I stood there... And high up on a tree, hung a reindeer. Just across the street, was a wiki-up in my sight. But what did I know... about Apache ways? The medicine man, he was there, to pour water on my head. Lucky I wasn't dead, trompin' on their sacred land! I was invited, in my time, to a dance and to unwind... No white man would go there, where they would share. But they knew all in good time, about that fire, way down, deep... as a treasure, I would keep, down in my belly! Boundaries, I would know, with a fire, lit all a-glow. And what about the fight? Geronimo will tell you! San Carlos was my home, and I would never be alone. And never would I be the same... again.