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• Artiste: Nelson
• Titre: Ghostdance
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Was the night - I was young When my father called for his first born son Took me place at his side While this great chief raged in the fire light We'd reclaim days of old If the tribe would do what his dream foretold Praying to the vision of the promised land Swaying to the rhythm of the drums We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka's plan When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance singin' (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance Hypnotized by my tale Generations learn of the Great Betrayal long ago At Wounded Knee Where our grandfathers bled for what they believed Wouldn't buy what they sold - reservation Life for our Black Hills gold For praying to the vision of the promised land Swaying to the rhythm of the drums We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka's plan The Great Spirit cried when our warriors fell to the hail of The blue coat's guns (so we're singin') (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance singin' (OH) The first cowboys were doing the Ghostdance For your soul, for your name Many brave men's blood's running through your veins Leave your mark - walk with pride Live in honor to those who gave their lives Ancient hearts are still seeking peace - As you sing and dance, so you set them free For praying to the vision of the promised land Swaying to the rhythm of the drums Pledging your allegiance to Wevoka's plan By the marker that stands where our women and children Fell to the blue coat's guns (start singin') Praying to the vision of the promised land Swaying to the rhythm of the drums We were pledging our allegiance to Wevoka's plan When the shots rang out, there soldiers all around And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of