indian portrait


I can remember
Those long afternoons
Out on the plains
Rolling like thunder
The wind in my hair 

I can still see
The smoke rising higher
The crackle of the tinder
In the dead of the night
Under the starlight

Out country was so free
Was so quiet and empty
Just my horse and me
Wed fly like an eagle
As fast as an arrow
Across the Blackhills wed go

I can still hear
The roar of the Missouri
Echoing over the prairie
As the sun sets
On these memories 

Chorus **

Then came tomorrow
Left a broken arrow
A trail of tears to follow
Faces of sorrow
But wed

 Chorus **


Written: July  1996
Copyright Nicholas Treadwel1 2003