His injured hand bleeds As he became with greed A simple change to him For a large exchange His mind is a stray The greed is at play The money weighs His mind is broken His words are spoken Greed is an omen That I like so very golden
The money changes his mind, takes away from him turns him into something hes wasn't. He is unable to change.
Mist, rain and snowmelt gather And soak the Montana crests. A trio of rivulets carves the slopes, Grow to rivers that braid into a single course And the Missouri is born at Three Forks.
Shoshone and Hidatsu rest from the hunt, Kneel and cup their hands To raise life giving liquid to their lips While horses bow beside them Bellies filled with the refreshing waters.
The river flows north dividing the tall grasslands, Plunges over the cataracts at Great Falls, Churns on the rocks below And drives inexorably toward the sea.
*Mandan and Sioux
Soft flute sounds drift from the Mandan village Intertwining with the riffling music of the river. By its banks a coarse French trapper roasts a rabbit To share with his Shoshone child-bride. Sacagawea sings softly beside him - Charboneau's son stirring in her womb.
Sioux warriors on horseback Stand guard by the shores. How many travelers have passed? How many are yet to come? Beyond the rolling hills A buffalo stumbles and falls Pierced by Lakota arrows and spears.
Boats in the Water
At *River du Bois where the Missouri Collides with the Mississippi, Forty men slip into boats and take to the oars To interpret Jefferson’s continental dream - Their keelboat laden with sustenance, Herbs, weapons and powder. They carry trinkets to dazzle the natives And cast bronze medals to give them Bearing images of their "Father in Washington" That none had asked to have.