Bill Miller My People
My people were here long before the others cast their sails to the wind Before the tears of innocence like a hard rain would desend My people spread like eagle wings across the mountains and the plains Now the feathers have been broken but the eagle still remains My people heard the thundering as the iron horse crossed the land Its echos drowning out the cries of those who could not understand My people watched the buffalo dying in the sun While those tracks of steal lead to the sea, their will be done Now their blood flows through these rivers and then into our veins And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame And their blood flows through these rivers just like an endless rain And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame My people have fought for this land, here and across the sea Their shadows cast on sacred ground for all enturnity My people's pride still can soar and dance across this land You can see it in the eys of every woman, child, and man Because the blood flows through these rivers and then into our veins And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame And their blood flows through these rivers just like an endless rain And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame My people are the Navoho, my people are the Cherokee My people are Arapoho, my people are Menominee My people are, my people are...
