White medicine
White medicine I fear is stronger
As a matter of course
Talks to us through
Talks to us through his whispering spirit
And rides an iron horse
Touch the goose quill
Touch the goose quill to the treaty
And give up all I have known
Thought I saw Sitting Bull
In a rodeo
He had fought in the wars
And had no other place to go
Some old barker was shouting
At girls on a painted horse
Thought I saw Sitting Bull
In a rodeo
We are like birds
We are like birds who's wings are broken
My eyes are growing dim
Touch the goose quill
Touch the goose quill to the treaty
And the end will begin
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