Listen all Native Americans of this I ask,
This is a voice like many from your past.
On this land for ceturies we come to live and we come to die,
But let us never give up our culture to the white-eye!
No-one knows what the future will hold,
many came for land,others for gold.
Do not give up your culture it is this I ask,
like generations before you this is no easy task.
Take care of the Land our Mother Earth,
Given to us all long before your birth.
I have seen many native burials without singing or a feather by their head,
I bet he was many years in Heaven before the Cheifs knew him dead.
Bury them like the warriors of long ago and past,
With Natives singing to the very last!
Let the drums beat long and loud,
Let my generations stand proud.
For We are a Great People and we will never die,
If we never give up our Culture to the white-eye!