There was a time when we would not be
Broke, my people stood and fought when
There was hope, whiteman took the
Only things we had, he stripped us for our
Pride and raped our land, let my people
Live, no use trying to be brave.
Over the mountains where the eagles soar,
A sad reflection of what stood before, and
As the life blood of our souls runs dry, all
Whitemen listen to the curse we cry, let
My people live, no use trying to be brave.
Over the mountains where the eagles fly,
The woman mourns for her child and cries
To the sky, the mist is clearing and the cold
Wind blows, when slaying stops God
Only knows, let my people live, no use
Trying to be brave.
