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Peltier
By Silent Bear
Old Man kneels by the gray muddy
river.
He holds in his
hand a fist full of dreams.
As he tosses those pebbles down into the water,
The dreams fall from his eyes in bloody red tears.
CHORUS:
Peltier, Peltier I could hear your
voice
like the great
eagle's cry.
Peltier, Peltier,
it's a good day to die.
It's a good day to die.
You're the victim of cold cowards and lies.
They twisted the truth and wore their disguise
Like the trail of tears and the broken treaties of old
But all the gold in the Black Hills could never buy back their
souls.
They come on to your land and steal you away
Holding on like a thief with no price to be paid.
Your only crime was your aboriginal skin
But someday they'll break from the weight of their sins.
In the spirit of crazy horse you ride.
"Like a bird of dreams singing from the tree of life."
Though your body lay shackled behind the walls and the bars,
Your spirit flies free like a dream in the sky.
CHORUS:
Peltier, Peltier I could hear your
voice
like the great
eagle's cry.
Peltier, Peltier,
it's a good day to die.
It's a good day to die.
And I pray someday I will see you again
As a free man with your family and friends
Holding your pipe as the red lion roars
At the foot of the tree where the spirit birds soar.
CHORUS:
Peltier, Peltier I could hear your
voice
like the great
eagle's cry.
Peltier, Peltier,
it's a good day to die.
It's a good day to die.
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