They took our heart under a dark blanket
Under a small dead moon we were sleeping fearlessly
It was a twenty year old general
Blue eyes and same coat
It was a twenty year old general
Son of a tempest
There is a silver dollar at the bottom of Sand Creek
Our fighters are too distant on the bison path
and that far away music became louder and louder
I closed my eyes thrice
I found myself still there
I asked my grandfather if it is only a dream
My grandfather said yes
Sometimes fish sing at the bottom of Sand Creek
I dreamed so strongly that my nose bled
The flash in one ear, in the other paradise
The smaller tears
The bigger tears
When the snow tree
Bloomed with red stars
Now the children sleep on the bed of Sand Creek
When the sun rose its head over the shoulders of the night
There were only dogs and smoke and overturned tents
I shot an arrow to the sky
To make it breathe
I shot an arrow to the wind
To make it bleed
Search for the third arrow on the bottom of Sand Creek
They took our heart under a dark blanket
Under a small dead moon we were sleeping fearlessly
It was a twenty year old general
Blue eyes and same coat
It was a twenty year old general
Son of a tempest
Now the children are sleeping at the bottom of Sand Creek