I′ve seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes The years have made me old But they've made me wise
Now the white man lives where our rivers run For now better days have passed We walk the streets of broken glass Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun Like dogs we were driven from this place Such injustice, time will not erase All these changes cannot be undone When you feel the anger inside of you Hold your head high - let your aim be true Though your heart beats like a drum My native son Once there was a time my little one Before the wagons - before the soldiers′ guns When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies No white flag - no broken truce With few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear it Time won't heal it now With each new day that comes to pass Will the great spirit free us all at last? He said we were the chosen ones For all we had there′s nothin′ left We won? t forgive - we can't forget You know that your day will come My native son With each new day that comes to pass Will the great spirit free us all at last? What has happened can never be undone When i was young - not yet a man The sun rose and set upon our land We were the chosen ones My native son
Writer(s): Adams Bryan, Vallance J.