The skies are blue, but I still hear thunder    The skies are clear, but there's lightning under my skin    It's gonna rain again, and when the rains come down    I'll be on that road again       Warriors will ride.    On their painted horses    Blessed by the wind    And the unseen forces above    They will ride on as one    They will brave the storm    Till the rains are over and done       Ride on crazy horse    Take me to the hills    Beyond the battle, where the waters are still    Where it's so quiet you can hear the children run    Far away from the sound of the gun       These are the feathers of a golded eagle    These are the feathers of an ancient people    You must, you must set my people free    Never hold me down, for the eagle must fly free       Warriors will ride on their painted horses    Bless by the wind and the unseen forces above    They will ride on as one    They will brave the storm    Till the rains are over and done