We Ask Only That The Law Shall

If The White Man Wants To Live In Peace With The Indian He Can Live In Peace.

I Believe Much Trouble And Blood Would Be Saved If We Opened Our Hearts More. I Will Tell You In My Way How The Indian Sees Things. The White Man Has More Words To Tell You How They Look To Him, But It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

We Damaged All The Big Guns We Could, And Carried Away The Powder And The Lead.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

We Are Going By You Without Fighting If You Will Let Us, But We Are Going By You Anyhow!