Ballad of the Lakota Nation

We people long before born here, hunting lands for our eat. our heavens above shed us tears, and life began to beat. Heavens gave to them purest birth, above they warm my skin. calling to me as mother earth, I beat their heart within. Nourished by the mother we live, grateful for all we own. we live on to all that she gives, her body is our home. All my children work day to day, to keep our ways alive. carrying with them much of pay, from burden of a strive -ibh