Spirit

White Eagle crossed the Big Horn River

His ponies piled with furs

Snow flower 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 people

Whose spirit he must carry all alone

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

And through the years he sees the ashes

Of his family and home

Sole survivor of a people

Whose spirit he still carries all alone

As 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

As 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

And his spirit must never die