They took our heart under a dark blanket
Under a dead small moon we slept without fear
It was a twenty-year-old general
Turquoise eyes and same jacket
It was a twenty-year-old general
Son of a storm

There is a silver dollar at the bottom of Sand Creek
Our warriors too far away on the buffalo trail
And that distant music became louder and louder
I closed my eyes three times
I found myself still there
I asked my grandfather, "Is it just a dream?"
My grandfather said, "Yes", ooh-ooh-ooh

Sometimes the fish sing at the bottom of Sand Creek
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I dreamed so hard that blood came out of my nose
The lightning in one ear in the other heaven
The smallest tears
The biggest tears
When the snow tree
Bloomed with red stars
Now the children sleep in the bed of Sand Creek

When the sun raised its head from the shoulders of the night
There were only dogs and smoke and overturned tents
I shot an arrow into the sky
To make it breathe
I shot an arrow into the wind
To make it bleed

The third arrow look for it at the bottom of Sand Creek
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
They took our heart under a dark blanket
Under a dead small moon we slept without fear
Now the children sleep at the bottom of Sand Creek

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