My people were here long before
the others cast their sails to the wind,
Before the tears of innocence
like a hard rain would decend.
My people spread like eagle's wings
across the mountains and the plains
Now the feathers have been broken
But the eagle still remains!My people heard the thundering
As the iron horse crossed the land
Its echos drowning out the cries
of those who could not understand.
My people watched the buffalo
dying in the sun
While those tracks of steel lead to the sea
Their will be done.
Now their blood flows through these rivers
and then into our veins
And their hearts are beating louder
than all the years of shame!
My people have fought for this land
here and across the sea.
Their shadows cast on sacred ground
for all eternity.
My people's pride still can soar
and dance across this land.
You can see it in the eyes
of every woman, child and man.
Because the blood flows through these rivers
and then into our veins
And their hearts are beating louder
than all the years of shame.
And their blood flows through these rivers,
just like an endless rain
and their hearts are beating louder
than all the years of shame!
My people are the Navajo
My people are the Cherokee
My people are Arapaho,
My people are Menominee
MY PEOPLE ARE!!!
MY PEOPLE ARE!!
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