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willie dunn - the ballad of crowfoot كلمات الأغنية

comes the spring, and it’s warm thaw
around your neck, the eagle claw
upon your head, the buffalo h_rn
today a great new chief is born
so raise him fast toward the sun
a heart now beats, a life’s begun
it’s eighteen hundred twenty_one
today a blackfoot soul is born

crowfoot, crowfoot, why the tears?
you’ve been a brave man, for many years
why the sadness? why the sorrow?
maybe there’ll be a better tomorrow

the years have gone, the years have past
your heart has set, your soul is cast
you stand before the council fire
you have the mind and the desire
of notions wise you speak so well
and in brave deeds you do excel
and it’s eighteen hundred fifty_three
and you stand the chief of confederacy

you are the leader, you are the chief
you stand against both lier and thief
they trade braves whiskey and steal your land
and they’re coming in swift like the wind_blown sand
they shoot the buffalo and k!ll the game
and send their preachers in to shame
and it’s eighteen hundred sixty_four
and you think of peace and you think of war
see the settlers in more numbers
he takes whatever he encounters
you’ve seen the sioux all battered, beaten
they’re all in rags, they haven’t eaten
the nez perce’ are much the same
it seems like such a heartless game
and it’s eighteen hundred seventy_six
and the enemy’s full of those death_dealing tricks

today the treaty stands on the table
will you sign it, are you able
it offers food and protection too
do you really think they’ll hold it true?
it offers a reserve, now isn’t that grand
and in return you cede all your land
and it’s eighteen hundred seventy_seven
and you know the scales are so uneven

crowfoot, crowfoot, why the tears?
you’ve been a brave man, for many years
why the sadness? why the sorrow?
maybe there’ll be a better tomorrow

well, the buffalo are slaughtered, there’s nothing to eat
the government’s late again, with the meat
and your people are riddled
with the white man’s disease
and in the summer you’re sick
and in the winter you freeze
and sometimes you wonder why you signed that day
but they broke the treaties themselves anyway
and it’s eighteen hundred eighty_nine
and your death star explodes and then it falls
crowfoot, crowfoot, why the tears?
you’ve been a brave man, for many years
why the sadness? why the sorrow?
maybe there’ll be a better tomorrow

the years have gone, the years have flown
a nation since has swiftly grown
but for the native, it’s all the same
there’s still the hardship, there’s still the pain
there’s still the hardship, there’s still the strife
it’s bitterness shines like a whetted knife
there’s still the hypocrisy, and still the hate
was that in the treaties, was that our fate?
we’re all unhappy p_wns in the government’s game
and it’s always the native who gets the blame
it’s a problem which money can never lessen
and it’s nineteen hundred seventy_one

crowfoot, crowfoot, why the tears?
you’ve been a brave man, for many years
why the sadness? why the sorrow?
maybe there’ll be a better tomorrow
maybe one day you’ll find honesty
instead of the usual treachery
perhaps one day the truth may prevail
and the warmth of love which it does entail
crowfoot, crowfoot, why the tears?
you’ve been a brave man, for many years
why the sadness? why the sorrow?
maybe there’ll be a better tomorrow

- willie dunn

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