There was a time when we would not be Broke, my people stood and fought when There was hope, whiteman took the Only things we had, he stripped us for our Pride and raped our land, let my people Live, no use trying to be brave. Over the mountains where the eagles soar, A sad reflection of what stood before, and As the life blood of our souls runs dry, all Whitemen listen to the curse we cry, let My people live, no use trying to be brave. Over the mountains where the eagles fly, The woman mourns for her child and cries To the sky, the mist is clearing and the cold Wind blows, when slaying stops God Only knows, let my people live, no use Trying to be brave.