Ghost Dance
The faithful eyes of the moon
Gathering tears from the Paiute tribe and
Falling unto the arms of the sacred ghost dance
Known as the medicine man, the visionary Wovoka,
Descendant of Prophets and shamans,
Both the women and the men singing,
Chanting and performing the spiritual ghost dance
The ghost dance is a resurrection of the dead
Soon, the Indian dead shall return to us,
The old way of life,
Escaping the civilization of the intruders
Listening to the thunder beneath our feet,
Bringing us the ghost dance
The ghost dance is a wildfire,
Spreading to other tribes
Can you hear the ghost dance,
Among the Plains Tribes, Sioux,
Arapaho, Peyote, and Lakota
Can you feel the lightning strike your heart
The soul drifting unto a deep trance
Rejecting the religion of foreign intruders and
Removing pain and suffering from our great land
Then, returning us back to the days of plenty
We the people of the sun, dancing, until we fall
For several days, we dance around the big circle,
As we follow the curve of the sun
We are a spiritual people,
Connected to Mother Earth
Pray and listen to your grandfather, the creator
Wounded Knee shall not taint the spirit of the ghost dance,
Living in the heart and soul of the Native American Indian
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