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Steve Young - vocal/guitar
Cal Hand - steel/dobro/vocals
Bill Petersen - bass/piano
Eric Gravatt - drums
Caiug Ruble - fiddle
Mark Henley - harmonica
Vocals:
Stephen Powers, Betsy Kaske
Recorded:
Feb/1975, Sound 80 Studio, Minneapolis
© Golden Chain Music, BMI
We've been together on this earth before down in New Mexico
We were red of the skin we were Indians that was a long time ago
We stood and gazed at the moon like this stood here loving the stars
We swam the rivers in the forest below before the coming of the cars
Well we had the rains and we had the winds
Our lands they knew no ends
We were satisfied to live and to die
In the ways of the Indians
Ah but gone are the ways that we used to know gone is the peace of old
Now all is out upon a frantic road in search of the vanishing gold
We are born white men now we must do what we can when though the suffer the land
Perhaps there is something we can do on this earth come and I'll take your hand
For dimmed are the stars that we used to know
The rivers they run unclean
The earth cries out but she is not heard
Except in the Indian dream
Ah may the hills of your life not be too steep
May the old ways not run too deep
May the season's of your youth be as graceful as then
When we were brothers of the wind
My son my son I'm glad you're born
For we rode together as one
We were free back then we were men back then
When we were the Indians
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