The first time I saw you it was raining It was coming down so hard that I could barely bloody see We couldn't keep the company's spirits up It was plain that many men were on the verge of mutiny But you covered us in feathers And skins to keep us warm And sheletered us in teepees from the storm
And we buried your hearts at Wounded Knee Where the white man's muskets claimed a strange victory The ground where you stand is sacred land From the plains of the Dakotas to the cool Rio Grande
And the next time I saw you you were weeping A broken heart inside a broken man Struggling to raise your children up Whilst exiled in a harsh and barren land 'Cuz we took your home for our home And your women for our wives And we slaughtered all the buffalo for their hides
And we buried your hearts at Wounded Knee And called it our manifest destiny The ground where you stand is sacred land From the plains of the Dakotas to the cool Rio Grande
And the third time I saw you you were fighting You'd rather lose your life than lose your precious land Bravely you held your head up As your brothers fell about you in the sand And you looked so grand and noble As you stood your ground in vain Until I put a bullet in your brain
And we buried your hearts at Wounded Knee In the name of progress and Christianity The ground where you stand is sacred land From the plains of the Dakotas to the cool Rio Grande
Yeah the ground where we stand is sacred land And we all got blood of one form or another on our hands