Horse Dance
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There was a man by the name of Bertrand
He said he was very old and wise
But black gold, I just couldn't tell
But he did first listen to the crying around in the morning
He told the people to camp in a circle
At a certain time
And then playfully wait up for the sun
Bertrand's soldiers were the divines in the middle of the circle
Bertrand's black gold set up the sacred tepee
And last on the high note
They painted pictures from our vision
On the West side they painted a bull
And a cup of water on the North with a geyser
An herb on the East and a daybreak star
And a pipe in the South
With flowers on the street and the ancients hoping
Also they painted a horse and an elk and a bison
And over the door of the sacred tepee
They painted a flaming rainbow
And it took them all day to do it
So beautiful
They told me that I must not eat
And they sent me to the horse that was open
And to purify myself in sweat
I locked with a sagebrush
And the story that they told me
Was that to open the dry wood of the sage
That even the black gold and Bertrand told me to come to
If anyone would see it
They were in there all alone
Nobody dared to come near us
To my lesson they asked me
If I had heard any songs in my vision
If I had ever must teach the songs to them
So I sang to them all the songs that I
Had heard in my vision
It took them all night to teach the songs to them
But I didn't hear them singing
When I could hear the thunder of the world
And the spirits outside
And then the thunder started to kill the ground
And they had to come and help us
Father and mother and help them too
By hunting up their dead
In and outside
They will not be
They will be home
They will not be
There was a man by the name of Bertrand
He said he was very old and wise
But black gold, I just couldn't tell
But he did first listen to the crying around in the morning
He told the people to camp in a circle
At a certain time
And then playfully wait up for the sun
Bertrand's soldiers were the divines in the middle of the circle
Bertrand's black gold set up the sacred tepee
And last on the high note
They painted pictures from our vision
On the West side they painted a bull
And a cup of water on the North with a geyser
An herb on the East and a daybreak star
And a pipe in the South
With flowers on the street and the ancients hoping
Also they painted a horse and an elk and a bison
And over the door of the sacred tepee
They painted a flaming rainbow
And it took them all day to do it
So beautiful
They will not be
They will be home
They will not be
They will not be
They will be home
They will not be
They will not be
They will be home
They will not be
There was a man by the name of Bertrand
He said he was very old and wise
But black gold, I just couldn't tell
But he did first listen to the crying around in the morning
He told the people to camp in a circle
At a certain time
And then playfully wait up for the sun
Bertrand's soldiers were the divines in the middle of the circle
Bertrand's black gold set up the sacred tepee
And last on the high note
They painted pictures from our vision
On the West side they painted a bull
And a cup of water on the North with a geyser
An herb on the East and a daybreak star
And a pipe in the South
With flowers on the street and the ancients hoping
Also they painted a horse and an elk and a bison
And over the door of the sacred tepee
They painted a flaming rainbow
And it took them all day to do it
So beautiful
They told me that I must not eat
And they sent me to the horse that was open
And to purify myself in sweat
I locked with a sagebrush
And the story that they told me
Was that to open the dry wood of the sage
That even the black gold and Bertrand told me to come to
If anyone would see it
They were in there all alone
Nobody dared to come near us
To my lesson they asked me
If I had heard any songs in my vision
If I had ever must teach the songs to them
So I sang to them all the songs that I
Had heard in my vision
It took them all night to teach the songs