When the day is done
I`m walking down the docks
Side by side with old companions
We sit down to watch the sunset
Over dirty rocks
We`re sons of the ancient hunters
We are born for
Hunting game
Endless pain
There I want to stay
No more fish in the stream
The American Dream
Has destroyed the land of Indians
White man`s money`s ruling again
But we stand up to them
Talkin`, smokin`
Visions will lead us the way
Goin` to
Mountains high
Eagles fly
There I want to die
I will rise and fall
Bury my heart
At Wounded Knee
They have slain my father`s body
But his spirit is still alive
He rides across a sacred country
In freedom and eternal life
I will join him at his fire
Some day
It`s my favorite desire
To hear the tale when he said
I will rise and fall
Bury my heart
At Wounded Knee