White heat. was on Our tracks The four-legged on The run White heat. on our Backs Burning like a Sun We walked. walked Til there was no-where Left to go We walked. many fell Down Bloody in the Snow White heat. was on Our tracks And growing to a Flood White heat. on our Backs And growing to a Flood We fought. Fought Til there was no-where Left to go We fell... a pool of Red neath Passing wheels in mud And snow Black elk... "I did Not know then How much was that End." Black elk... "I see It now... From the high-hill Old age." Black elk... "I see The people Scattered along the Gulch Black elk... "I see It plain. "As when I saw with Young eyes... And I see... something Else died In the bloody Snow... I see... A peoples' dream died There... It was a beautiful Dream. It was a beautiful Dream..." Wo-o, wo-o-o-o, Wo-o-o-o Wo-o, wo-o-o-o, Wo-o-o-o