The spirit of the Native Soul,
The loud sound of the howling wind.
The depths,dark, silent of a hole,
Watch The way the heart will mend.
The silent song of a broken laugh,
The blazing smoke from a dark fire.
The smoky view of a wooden staff,
Let us all out.Call for desire.
Let the young girl be free.Sing,
Let the girl give us a blessing.
The cry of the overhead birds.
The echo of a pure loud ring,
The vanquish of the Natives, unguessing.
The last of the Native words....
