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