Ghostdance Lyrics

Song	Ghostdance
Artist	Nelson
Album	The Silence Is Broken
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	作词 : Nelson M., Nelson
	Was the night -
	I was young
	When my father called for his first born son
	Took me place at his side
	While this great chief raged in the fire light
	We'd reclaim days of old
	If the tribe would do what his dream foretold
	Praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka's plan
	When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
	And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of (OH)
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance singin' (OH)
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance
	Hypnotized by my tale
	Generations learn of the
	Great Betrayal long ago
	At Wounded
	Knee Where our grandfathers bled for what they believed
	Wouldn't buy what they sold - reservation
	Life for our
	Black Hills gold
	For praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka's plan
	The Great
	Spirit cried when our warriors fell to the hail of
	The blue coat's guns (so we're singin') (OH)
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance singin' (OH)
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance
	For your soul, for your name
	Many brave men's blood's running through your veins
	Leave your mark - walk with pride
	Live in honor to those who gave their lives
	Ancient hearts are still seeking peace -
	As you sing and dance, so you set them free
	For praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	Pledging your allegiance to
	Wevoka's plan
	By the marker that stands where our women and children
	Fell to the blue coat's guns (start singin')
	Praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka's plan
	When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
	And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of

	zuo ci : Nelson M., Nelson
	Was the night
	I was young
	When my father called for his first born son
	Took me place at his side
	While this great chief raged in the fire light
	We' d reclaim days of old
	If the tribe would do what his dream foretold
	Praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka' s plan
	When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
	And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of OH
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance singin' OH
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance
	Hypnotized by my tale
	Generations learn of the
	Great Betrayal long ago
	At Wounded
	Knee Where our grandfathers bled for what they believed
	Wouldn' t buy what they sold reservation
	Life for our
	Black Hills gold
	For praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka' s plan
	The Great
	Spirit cried when our warriors fell to the hail of
	The blue coat' s guns so we' re singin' OH
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance singin' OH
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance
	For your soul, for your name
	Many brave men' s blood' s running through your veins
	Leave your mark walk with pride
	Live in honor to those who gave their lives
	Ancient hearts are still seeking peace
	As you sing and dance, so you set them free
	For praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	Pledging your allegiance to
	Wevoka' s plan
	By the marker that stands where our women and children
	Fell to the blue coat' s guns start singin'
	Praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka' s plan
	When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
	And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of

	zuò cí : Nelson M., Nelson
	Was the night
	I was young
	When my father called for his first born son
	Took me place at his side
	While this great chief raged in the fire light
	We' d reclaim days of old
	If the tribe would do what his dream foretold
	Praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka' s plan
	When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
	And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of OH
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance singin' OH
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance
	Hypnotized by my tale
	Generations learn of the
	Great Betrayal long ago
	At Wounded
	Knee Where our grandfathers bled for what they believed
	Wouldn' t buy what they sold reservation
	Life for our
	Black Hills gold
	For praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka' s plan
	The Great
	Spirit cried when our warriors fell to the hail of
	The blue coat' s guns so we' re singin' OH
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance singin' OH
	The first cowboys were doing the
	Ghostdance
	For your soul, for your name
	Many brave men' s blood' s running through your veins
	Leave your mark walk with pride
	Live in honor to those who gave their lives
	Ancient hearts are still seeking peace
	As you sing and dance, so you set them free
	For praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	Pledging your allegiance to
	Wevoka' s plan
	By the marker that stands where our women and children
	Fell to the blue coat' s guns start singin'
	Praying to the vision of the promised land
	Swaying to the rhythm of the drums
	We were pledging our allegiance to
	Wevoka' s plan
	When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around
	And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of

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