Roma Di Luna Ghost Dance
All along the prarie grass sinners pay their fines
Toil through the burs and sticks to work away their lives
A hundred Sisters line the walls/ Hands upon my eyes
Their voices reach to heaven to plead for my life
Never seen you so fearful/ Never seen you so bold
A fever from the sadness/ A fever from the cold
You can't stop my ghost dance/ You can't bleach my heart
I will dance in prison/ I will dance in the dark
