White Eagle crossed the big horn river His pony's piled with furs Snow flower waited with the women of the tribe Too many moons he'd been gone from her As the sunset led him homeward He saw clouds of smoke above the trees He cut his ponies loose And rode just like the wind He could smell the white man on the breeze Through the dust he saw The ashes all his family and home Sole survivor of the people Whose spirit he must carry on alone He rides the horizon A silhouette painted on the moon-lit-sky And he cry's for the ones he loves With an anger in his blood a pain Inside his heart and a spirit That never dies White Eagle watched the fall of Custer He died a hundred times at wounded knee Walked with his homeless brothers Down the trail of tears On his path through history And through the years he sees The ashes all his family and home Sole survivor of the people Who's spirit he still carry on alone He rides the horizon A silhouette painted on the moon-lit-sky And he cry's for the ones he loves With an anger in his blood a pain Inside his heart and a spirit That never dies As He rides the horizon A silhouette painted on the moon-lit-sky And he cry's for the ones he loves With an anger in his blood a pain Inside his heart and a spirit That never dies And a spirit Must never dies