I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes   The years have made me old but they've made me wise   Now the white man lives where our rivers run      For now better days have passed   We walk the streets of broken glass   Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun      Like dogs we were driven from this place   such injustice, time will not erase   All these changes cannot be undone      When you feel the anger inside of you   hold your head high - let your aim be true   though your heart beats like a drum   My native son      Once there was a time my little one   before the wagons - before the soldiers' guns   when this land was ours as far as the eagle flies      No white flag - no broken truce   With few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear it   Tme won't heal it now      With each new day that comes to pass   will the great spirit free us all at last?   He said we were the chosen ones      For all we had there's nothing left   We won't forgive - we can't forget   you know that your day will come   My native son      With each new day that comes to pass   will the great spirit free us all at last?   What has happened can never be undone      When I was young - not yet a man   the sun rose and set upon our land   we were the chosen ones   My native son