| Dedicated to the proud Nez Perce nation | |
| One time the wind blew free | |
| And there was nothing to break the light of the sun | |
| In a past that is now lost forever | |
| There was a time when land was sacred | |
| And the ancient ones were as one with it | |
| A time when only the children of the Great Spirit were here | |
| To light their fires in these places with no boundaries | |
| When the forests were as thick | |
| As the fur of the winter bearland | |
| And a warrior could walk from horizon to horizon | |
| On the backs of the buffalo | |
| And during that time when there were only simple ways | |
| I saw with my heart the conflicts to come | |
| And whether it was to be for good or bad | |
| What was certain was that there would be chance | |
| Wayakin, summon strength and ward us from evil | |
| Wayakin, a spirit with transformative powers | |
| Wayakin, talisman of superhuman forces | |
| Wayakin, the guardian spirit of the Nez Perce | |
| We look to the bear, the owl and the eagle as our brothers | |
| To teach us how to live | |
| They talk to us, we listen | |
| The bear tells us of our strength | |
| The owl of our wisdom | |
| And the eagle of our freedom | |
| It is time for us to remember |