I rode to my homeland And carried the memory Over the valley below And the heart of a nation The war cry was blazing And the loss of my brothers and sons Were all in the name of civilization
The empty moon saw I was leaving With pride and hope in my heart The mountains talk of Far away dreaming
So came the invasion Across from a faraway place Into the new world With guns and never order They gave us religion Then took away all of our rights And forced is to live Behind their new border
Then four winds blow And bring new vision Where children laugh without fear The land will speak The people will listem
But yesterday my life was fading With every reason to die Ten miles to the north As I rode my red horse In the dying sun And then when I saw The white soldiers One hundred or more in a line Kill for the land Saying their law will stand What king of god do they see?
The fighting is over No matter what fear they might bring My country will live The dust clouds are falling I stood by the river And breathingthe air that is life Within the black hills My spiritual calling
What king of god can this be?
Compositores: Michael Frederick Box (Mick Box) (PRS), Philip James Lanzon (James Matthew) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #15861477 em 12/Abr/2024