When My Young Men Began The Killing,

I Have Heard Talk And Talk, But Nothing Is Done.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

It Takes Few Words To Tell The Truth.

Whenever The White Man Treats The Indian As They Treat Each Other, Then We Will Have No More Wars. We Shall All Be Alike-brothers Of One Father And One Another, With One Sky Above Us And One Country Around Us, And One Government For All.

We Damaged All The Big Guns We Could, And Carried Away The Powder And The Lead.