I Was Born Where There Were No

I Was Warmed By The Sun, Rocked By The Winds And Sheltered By The Trees As Other Indian Babes. I Was Living Peaceably When People Began To Speak Bad Of Me. Now I Can Eat Well, Sleep Well And Be Glad. I Can Go Everywhere With A Good Feeling.

We Are Vanishing From The Earth, Yet I Cannot Think We Are Useless Or Else Usen Would Not Have Created Us. He Created All Tribes Of Men And Certainly Had A Righteous Purpose In Creating Each.

I Cannot Think That We Are Useless Or God Would Not Have Created Us. There Is One God Looking Down On Us All. We Are All The Children Of One God. The Sun, The Darkness, The Winds Are All Listening To What We Have To Say.

I Will Protect My People If I Live. For Myself I Do Not Fear For I Have The Word Of Usen. Who Is The White Nantan To Think He Can Pit His Power Against That Of Usen?

It Is My Land, My Home, My Father's Land, To Which I Now Ask To Be Allowed To Return. I Want To Spend My Last Days There, And Be Buried Among Those Mountains. If This Could Be I Might Die In Peace, Feeling That My People, Placed In Their Native Homes, Would Increase In Numbers, Rather Than Diminish As At Present, And That Our Name Would Not Become Extinct.