Saw a country, wild and free
Endless rivers meet the sea
Rocky mountains, buffalos
Where the highest forest grows

And I saw people wild and free
Stong but tender like the sea
In their Eyes a fire burned
And when I left, here's what I've learned

Until we meet again
May the great spirit
Make sunrise in your heart
In your mind
And may your moccasins
Make tracks in many snows yet to come

There's an eagle in the sky
Proud and gentle gliding high
Put his feathers on their head
Till they came and shot him dead

Until we meet again...

Hans-Werner Graf