The Ghost Dance Lyrics

An old Paiute woman

Who survived the seizer's devastation

Of Yellow Thunder

Sees a prairie

With tall verdant grass

Flowing like in ancient days

She lies in the grass

Clutching handfuls of the green stuff

With a hungry passion

She has felt since childhood

A Creek boy

Missing his scalp

Closes his eyes

And dreams of his entire nation

Welcoming him home

Calling his name

In sweet, familiar tones

"Chijajin. Chijajin. Come home."

A Cheyenne warrior

Sees in his vision

A black river

Flowing over the verdant earth

As it rolls towards him

He sees it is the buffalo

Risen again

Growing like wild flowers

Over the land

Each sees part

Of the ancient

And future paradise

Now awaiting them

The Chief, Wavoka

Having called

Now listens for the response

That will awake his slumbering people

And redeem