The creator today took my father home No longer the land will we freely roam Straight to San Carlos made of ash and stone With the soldiers they will send So with Geronimo I choose to ride And lead the others free to the mountainside The one they call general has spoken lies When they come we will rise again
Some of us each day are hunted down We bury the dead in the mountain ground They torture the young and the old they found And I struggle to understand How one can lay claim to another's home Something that man he could never own Now the creators gift lies in the hands of those Who will rape my eyes before I see it go
As the summer moon shows armies drawing near My spirit love overcomes the awe in ear I look down on where we once could hunt and grow Father blind my eyes before I see it go
Black out all my emotions with silence Bury them all with the summer dead You and I climb onward to "No Fence" They would be surprised what the wolf has said And the signs they readTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
