I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes
The years have made me old but they've made me wise
Now the white man lives where our [bad word] 
For now better days have passed
We walk the streets of broken glass
Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun
Like dogs we were driven from this place
Such injustice, time will not erase
All these changes cannot be undone

When you feel the anger inside of you
Hold your head high - let your aim be [bad word] Though your heart beats like a [bad word] My native son

Once there was a time my little one
Before the wagons - before the soldiers' guns
When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies

No white flag - no broken [bad word] With few words one can speak the [bad word] - I don't hear it
Time won't heal it now

With each new day [bad word] to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
He said we were the chosen ones

For all we had there's nothin' left
We won’t forgive - we can't forget
You know that your day [bad word] My native son

With each new day [bad word] to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
What has happened can never be undone

When I was young - not yet a man
The sun rose and set upon our land
We were the chosen ones
My native son