Spirit- A Horse Called Music Willie Nelson

White Eagle crossed the Big Horn River
His ponies piled with fur
Snowflower waited with the women of the tribe
Too many Moons, he'd been gone from her

As the sunset led him homeward
He saw clouds of smoke above the trees
He cut his ponies loose and rode just like the wind
He could smell the white man on the breeze

Through the dust he saw the ashes
Of his family and home
Sole survivor of a pеople
Whose spirit he must carry all alonе

He rides the horizon
Silhouette painted on the moonlit sky
And he cries for the ones he loves
With an anger in his blood
A pain inside his heart
And a spirit that never dies

White Eagle watched the fall of Custer
Died a hundred deaths at wounded knee
Walked with his homeless brothers down the Trail of Tears
On his path through history