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Black Hills

The Stray Birds
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I see the faces of your fathers Heavy and cold Carved on your holy silver On your holy gold They will not be paid until they're told And that cottonwood wind Can never be sold I see the eyes of your fathers Stone and still Carved on the ridge of my mother's black hills I've seen the eagles taking wing on a white man's will But that dust don't settle easy where the blood was spilled White words on the wind White words on the hills White words, black hills I see the words of your fathers Cracked and brown Hovering low on the hills like a setting sun Like an unrolled thunder or rain unsung There's a whisper on the wind of a word undone White words on the wind White words on the hills White words, black hills White words on the wind White words on the hills White words, black hills White words on the wind White words on the hills White words, black hills