I rode to my h

omeland
              
and carried th

              
e memory over 

     
the valley bel

ow
              
and the heart 

      
of a nation

the war cry was blazing
              
and the loss o

             
f my brothers 

and sons
              
were all in th

          
e name of civi

lisation

            
the empty moon

            
 saw I was lea

ving
            
with pride and

  
 hope in my he

art
             
the mountains 

             
talk of farawa

   
y dreaming


so came the in

vasion
              
across from a 

              
faraway place 

          
into the new w

orld
              
with guns and 

         
new order

they gave us religion
              
then took away

              
 all of our ri

         
ghts and force

d
              
us to live beh

          
ind their new 

border

             
the four winds

          
 blow and brin

g a new vision
             
where children

          
 laugh without

 fear
             
the land will 

          
speak and peop

le will listen

             
but yesterday 

            
my life was fa

ding
             
with every rea

       
son to die
             
ten miles to t

   
he north
             
as I rode my r

              
ed horse in th

                               
e dying sun
             
and then when 

              
I saw the whit

  
e soldiers
             
one hundred or

           
 more in a lin

e

kill for the l

and

saying their l

aw will stand
            
what kind of G

            
od do they see

? 
             
What kind of g

            
od can this be

?