The thunder of the hooves of Indian ponies
Wild with running, beautiful as light
Flash into my dreams along the prairie
The hero Sioux, the spirits of the night
With buffalo who used to roam the mountains
Through the canyons, through the wind-blown grass
Hooves that beat past swiftly running rivers
And sounds of centuries like breaking glass
Shot from trains and shot from painted horses
Shot down running in their murdered fear
Gone before the quarter of the century
Leaving nothing but the sound of tears
Starving in their trails of blood and sorrow
Ancient creatures innocent of crime
Manifest in destiny they flounder
Like the wandering footsteps of the blind
Sundown, sunrise
Sundown, sunrise
All the sainted tribes and missionaries
All the wagon trains of yearning hearts
Testify to madness and to bloodshed
Among the buffalo as time departs
Wild with running, beautiful as light
Flash into my dreams along the prairie
The hero Sioux, the spirits of the night
With buffalo who used to roam the mountains
Through the canyons, through the wind-blown grass
Hooves that beat past swiftly running rivers
And sounds of centuries like breaking glass
Shot from trains and shot from painted horses
Shot down running in their murdered fear
Gone before the quarter of the century
Leaving nothing but the sound of tears
Starving in their trails of blood and sorrow
Ancient creatures innocent of crime
Manifest in destiny they flounder
Like the wandering footsteps of the blind
Sundown, sunrise
Sundown, sunrise
All the sainted tribes and missionaries
All the wagon trains of yearning hearts
Testify to madness and to bloodshed
Among the buffalo as time departs
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