From Good Homes Black Elk Speaks
white heat.. was on
our tracks
the four-legged on
the run
white heat.. on our
backs
burning like a
sun
we walked.. walked
til there was no-where
left to go
we walked.. many fell
down
bloody in the
snow
white heat.. was on
our tracks
and growing to a
flood
white heat.. on our
backs
and growing to a
flood
we fought..
fought
til there was no-where
left to go
we fell... a pool of
red neath
passing wheels in mud
and snow
black elk... "I did
not know then
how much was that
end.."
black elk... "I see
it now...
from the high-hill
old age.."
black elk... "I see
the people
scattered along the
gulch
black elk... "I see
it plain..
"as when I saw with
young eyes...
and I see...something
else died
in the bloody
snow...I see...
A peoples' dream died
there...
it was a beautiful
dream..
it was a beautiful
dream..."
wo-o, wo-o-o-o,
wo-o-o-o
wo-o, wo-o-o-o,
wo-o-o-o