Oh Indian, Old Indian,

You Navajo talker

With your words unknown

A language lost to those pale ivory devils

With the coarse yellow manes

They came in believing they

Could tame your wild heart

Beating beyond ages and

Derailing decayed cities

Buildings burn by your name

And you go with the wind

Oh Indian, Old Indian

You have ghosts dancing in your eyes

Tracing trails of tears

Down your war-ravaged cheeks

Enchanting oracles and psychic chasms

Into smoke on the water

Caught on fire

Humming a lullaby about a wolf's lonesome cry

Frozen nights and woven dreams

Oh Indian, Old Indian

You carve hearts, revealing blood

Tasting of magic deaths

And one thousand lives silenced

With one war whoop

A river runs through you

It is and was again an eternal

Thing with a passion one

Could only imagine

Fly away by the feathers of your headdress

An ancient Icarus

Oh Indian, Old Indian

When will you return again?