Dreams of Wounded Knee
(Bill Miller)
Instrumental
Praises (Bill Miller/Myron Pyawasit)
I praise you for the rivers the mountains and the streams
I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams
I praise all your creations the mountains and the streams
I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams
I praise you for my children the mountains and the streams
I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams
I praise you for my people the mountains and the streams
I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams
The visions and the dreams, the visions and the dreams
Menominee Language:
Anishinabe = The People
Ma-Nee Ta-haem = We feel good in our hearts
Wa-Wa-Non = We thank you
Mau-Ne-Ka-Ko-Saw-te-wa = We have everything
Mah-Maw-Koh-Ne-No = Our father up above
Two Hawks
(Bill Miller)
Instrumental
Reservation Road
(Bill Miller/John Flanagan/Brent Holmes)
I was holding on to my grandad's hand
He was pointing to the promised land
That lay beyond the reservation road
He said don't make promises that you won't keep
Don't betray the earth beneath your feet
As we walked on the reservation road
Chorus:
And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind
And sound of horses thundering they echoed once again
Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong
A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
Then his spirit soared into the sky
Beyond the place where eagle fly
And my tears fell on the reservation road
Now a hundred moons have come and gone
And I'm holding on to my newborn son
One day he'll walk on the reservation road
Chorus:
And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind
And sound of horses thundering they echoed once again
Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong
A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
I was holding on to my grandad's hand
He was pointing to the promised land
That lay beyond the reservation road
It went way beyond the reservation road
Have you ever walked on the reservation road?
Let me take you down the reservation road
Like to take some Senators down the reservation road
Let me take you down the reservation road
Let me take you down the reservation road
Tumble Weed
(Bill Miller/Peter Rowan)
Far across the Mississippi and out on the open plains
In an Oklahoma cow town where the sky begins to rain
In a dusty run-down honky tonk sits a drifting tumbleweed
Thumbing through some magazine that he can't even read
Now tumbleweed remembers how the west was won and lost
The homestead act and the dust bowl, everybody paid the cost
And the great white father promised to treat his children all the same
Back when Indian territory was Oklahoma's name
Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town
It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down
Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest
Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
Well his boot heals tap in time to an old flat top guitar
And he's a guitar local hero and he sings straight from the heart
And his tip jar just a jungle of worn old dollar bills
He makes his rent and grocery in the local bar and grill
When he starts to picking that old guitar you know the people turn and stare
When he starts to sing the songs he wrote wells there's magic in the air
Cause his song can heal your wounded heart, he can set you spirit free
He can raise you hopes to be the very best that you can be
Oh tumbleweed keep rollin', he just roams from town to town
It ain't easy for a half-breed kid to try and settle down
Tumbleweed keep rollin', he can't find no place to rest
Yeah the desert wind blows tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
So if you cross the Mississippi, you head out on the open plain
And you pass through Oklahoma and the sky begins to rain
And you feeling kind of rootless, you can't find no place to rest
Just remember tumbleweed, he's the spirit of the west
Oh the desert blows old tumbleweed like some spirit of the west
Faith Of A Child
(Bill Miller)
A child will walk, a child will run
A child with faith, faith will fly
Anita hasn't walked right since she was small
Her legs are short and twisted not straight and tall
She learned when she was young how to deal with the rejection
Cast into a world with all it standards of perfection
Most people looked away with a downward glance
And as a beautiful young woman, she was never asked to dance
Her dreams were just as lofty as the girl next door
And she remember what her father said when she couldn't take no more
He said
Someday your going to soar like a eagle,
You will run and never grow tired
You'll become a new creation
If you just keep the faith of a child,
Keep the faith of a child
Now Anita lives alone in a paper mill town
In a one room apartment at sixth and brown
She's got a steady job well its all right for now
She has plans for moving on if she can make it some how
Her brown hands are folded as she bows her head to pray
Over doughnuts and some coffee she made up yesterday
Her mind begins to travel, she gives thanks to the lord
And a angel stands beside her, points out to the door
And said
Today you going to soar like a eagle
You will run and never grow tired
You've become a new creation
For you have kept the faith of a child
Kept the faith of a child, kept the faith of a child
Many Trails
(Bill Miller)
A boy heard the voice of the whippoorwill one night and went out to find where he was singing. He had to walk quite a ways through a big field, because the song of the whippoorwill carried so well in the wind he sound much closer then he really was. And on the way the boy found a well worn trail, so he stayed on it for a while. And sitting in the middle of the trail was coyote, and coyote was singing too. He turned and saw the boy and he said "Why are you follow me?" The boy was frightened and said "Well the trail you made happened to be a short and easy way through this field. Then coyote asked "Well if your not following me then why are you here?" "Well I heard the beautiful song of the whippoorwill and wanted to watch him sing." "Well do you not think my songs are beautiful?", said coyote. "Oh", said the boy, "there good but I hear you all the time. I much prefer the songs of the whippoorwill" This made coyote furious and he was jealous of the whippoorwill's song. He said "Listen to my night song you might like this one" And he pulled back his head and yodeled out a tune. The boy covered his ears and politely said, "Thank you for the song, but I must be going now." "Well", coyote said, "I can show you a short cut to the whippoorwill boy, and where he sings is just over there." Pointing his claw, smiling out of the side of his mouth. The boy paused, looked around, he knew the night was passing fast so he agreed to follow coyote. But coyote's trail was rough and rocky. And the boy fell in quite a few gopher holes along the way. Coyote turned around and laughed and he yelled to the boy. "Were almost there, hurry up." Coyote was at a full trot but the boy had just fallen again and hurt his knee. And by the time he got to the place where the whippoorwill had been singing all night, it was morning. Whippoorwill was gone. And so was coyote, in fact he could hear coyote's songs in another field. So the boy turned and headed for home, covered with burrs, misq bites and a skinned up knee. And it was many summers later when the boy became a wiser man. And he realized, there are no shortcuts to find something you really love. But there are many trails in this life. So you must stay true to your path, and always keep and eye out for coyote.
Trails of Freedom
(Bill Miller/Bob Corbin)
I dreamed I saw crazy horse, riding through the badlands he was wild and brave and free
I swear I heard the crys of the innocent victims in the wind at wounded knee
Theres a trail of tears we could follow, can you hear the footsteps of the Cherokee
Its a trail of broken promises, will you walk this trail with me
We can find america down the trail of freedom
Walk the way of my fathers from sea to sea
Oh can you find america, hear the drums of freedom
Gonna find it together, walk this trail
Walk the trail with me
I felt the Chipawa wind off Lake Michigan on a cold Chicago day
I heard the thunder of the Seminoles, way down in the everglades
And I've seen it in the beauty of a Navaho girl, like a flower in the desert heat
And I've felt it in the pride of a Cheyene dancer, as he moved to an ancient beat
Oh can you find america down the trail of freedom
Walk the way of my fathers from sea to sea
Yeah we can find america, hear drums of freedom
Gonna find it together, walk this trail
Walk the trail with me
I walk the streets of Gallup, New Mexico on a saturday night
I watched my brothers fall to the alcohol, we were going down without a fight
Hey brothers, we must walk with the pride of Cheif Joseph, have the courage of Geronimo
For this trail its long, so you have to be strong, just to find your way back home
We can find america down the trail of freedom
Walk the way of my fathers from sea to sea
Oh can you find america, hear the drums of freedom
Gonna find it together, walk this trail
Walk the trail with me
Inter-Tribal Pow Wow Song
(Myron Pyawasit)
Instrumental
Kokopelli's Journey
(Bill Miller/David Hoffner/Sam Bacco/Robert Mirabal)
Instrumental
My People
(Bill Miller/John Flanagan)
My people were here long before the others cast their sails to the wind
Before the tears of innocence like a hard rain would desend
My people spread like eagle wings across the mountains and the plains
Now the feathers have been broken but the eagle still remains
My people heard the thundering as the iron horse crossed the land
Its echos drowning out the cries of those who could not understand
My people watched the buffalo dying in the sun
While those tracks of steal lead to the sea, their will be done
Now their blood flows through these rivers and then into our veins
And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame
And their blood flows through these rivers just like an endless rain
And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame
My people have fought for this land, here and across the sea
Their shadows cast on sacred ground for all enturnity
My people's pride still can soar and dance across this land
You can see it in the eys of every woman, child, and man
Because the blood flows through these rivers and then into our veins
And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame
And their blood flows through these rivers just like an endless rain
And their hearts are beating louder then all the years of shame
My people are the Navoho, my people are the Cherokee
My people are Arapoho, my people are Menominee
My people are, my people are...