Ponderosa Navajo
Don't seize your pride
Raised on horse hide
Wolves' teeth hawkeye
Eight feet ten high
In the meadow, in the dark
We took the blood from their hide
We took the blood from their hide
Hard feet cold knives
Led by moonlight
Four sons four wives
In the meadow in the dark
We took the blood from their hide
We took the blood from their hide
Everything's better in the dark
We turn the sun from the fire
We turn the sun from the stars
Everything's better in the dark
We turn the sun from the stars
We turn the sun from the stars
In the meadow in the dark
We took the blood from their hide
We took the blood from their hide