white heat.. was on  our tracks   the four-legged on  the run   white heat.. on our  backs   burning like a  sun   we walked.. walked   til there was no-where  left to go   we walked.. many fell  down   bloody in the  snow   white heat.. was on  our tracks   and growing to a  flood   white heat.. on our  backs   and growing to a  flood   we fought..  fought   til there was no-where  left to go   we fell... a pool of  red neath   passing wheels in mud  and snow   black elk... "I did  not know then   how much was that  end.."   black elk... "I see  it now...   from the high-hill  old age.."   black elk... "I see  the people   scattered along the  gulch   black elk... "I see  it plain..   "as when I saw with  young eyes...   and I see...something  else died   in the bloody  snow...I see...   A peoples' dream died  there...   it was a beautiful  dream..   it was a beautiful  dream..."   wo-o, wo-o-o-o,  wo-o-o-o   wo-o, wo-o-o-o,  wo-o-o-o