The Water's Murmur Is The Voice Of

Only When The Last Tree Has Died And The Last River Has Been Poisoned And The Last Fish Has Been Caught Will We Realise That We Can Not Eat Money.

How Can Your God Become Our God And Renew Our Prosperity And Awaken In Us Dreams Of Returning Greatness?

There Is No Quiet Place In The White Man's Cities. No Place To Hear The Unfurling Of Leaves In Spring, Or The Rustle Of An Insect's Wings. But Perhaps It Is Because I Am A Savage And Do Not Understand. The Clatter Only Seems To Insult The Ears.

How Can You Buy Or Sell The Sky, The Warmth Of The Land? ... The End Of Living And The Beginning Of Survival.

The White Man's Dead Forget The Country Of Their Birth When They Go To Walk Among The Stars. Our Dead Never Forget This Beautiful Earth, For It Is The Mother Of The Red Man. We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us.