Somebody tell me where they’ve gone
They use to be plenty they use to be strong
They roamed the land happy and free
Beauty as far as the eye could see
Living each day in peace with pride
Mighty hunters from far and wide
White man came stole their land
Telling them they were less than a man
The signing of treaties had begun
White mans law was said and done
Once they spotted the yellow gold
The trail of death began to unfold
This the only land they knew
The green pastures and sky so blue
Not knowing it would be their graves
Women and children and the braves
White mans promises were never kept
Red mans heart continually wept
More land treaties were broken
Death of the Indian was white mans token
Herding them off to a reservation
Of every tribe of every nation
Many froze and many died
Many women prayed and cried
The white man tried to succeed
In making them a dying breed
Open your eyes and look around
Not many Red men can be found
They are the few but very proud
Hear their voices speaking out loud
They want to love and live in peace
That their people might increase