@+e Forum Chawathka

  The Indian brave rides all alone Beneath the mountains made of stone Under the clouds that go sailing by With heavy heart and occasional tear he will cry Lost many tribesmen during the Indian wars Though white men he killed by the scores A war of hate from both sides That’s why a lonely path he now rides A fearless warrior, a commanding chief Who had to lead his people through all the grief See women and children killed at will Many terrible sights he see’s still Now he wanders in his buckskin clothes day and night With his feather in his hair an awesome sight With his trusted pony his only friend He will now roam until his end Chawathka, a last remnant of the Great Plains war Now he rides and thinks what was it all for Was it worth all the sacrifice His people paid a terrible price As they fought for freedom from the whites But he still has nightmares during his lonely nights And he will wander until his dying day Under the Sun and Moon, riding every which way