I rode down from my old town, solitary to the lowgrounds
Where mystery lies beneath the fog line
The shadow of spirits chasing light
When I rode through the black hills of blue
Shaking in my boots
Some kind of spectral sight
Who stood before my eyes in amazing blinding light?
Thasunka witco on a pale horse to the sky
Riding beneath the loneliest star
On a trail to the light
I slowed down and tied
My "heroine" around a tree near the hallowed ground
In a thick haze of lost sunrays
Tracks winding into a strangely calming fright
When I walked to thasunka witco
Voices surrounding me, khoyakiphela he?
Who rode by my side through wind and rain all night?
Thasunka witco on a stone horse to the sky
Riding beneath the loneliest star
On a trail to the light
