RCC Honors History Project

Some lyrics for you…

Posted by nrohr on March 10, 2009

This actually ties in with last week’s reading and discussion on Native Americans, but I didn’t think of it until this week 🙂 My Uncle is a history teacher and he plays guitar to his class and incorporates music here and there. This is a song he wrote called “The Dream of Wovoka.” Wovoka was a Pauite Indian and leader of the Ghost Dance movement who had a vision of the peaceful removal of white civilization from North America. From what I know, the Ghost Dance influenced many of the Lakota and for that reason is somewhat associated with the massacre at Wounded Knee. It’s probably better to hear, but you can get the gist…

The Dream of Wovoka

And now the guns are silent,
Smoke hangs heavy in the air.
The death songs all have been sung,
The people feel despair.

The Dream of Wovoka,
Is no where to be found.
The hoop of the Nation,
Lies broken on the ground.

Nothing in their lives could prepare them,
Nothing in their eyes would let them see.
Nothing in their minds would let them foretell,
How it was to be.

Once so proud, once so free,
How could this, have come to be?
Lakota spirits floating on the breeze,
Lakota bodies left around to freeze.

The Dream of Wovoka,
Fades like the setting sun.
The peace that he had hoped for,
It falls before the gun.

Nothing in their lives could prepare them,
Nothing in their eyes would let them see.
Nothing in their minds would let them foretell,
How it was to be.

The white man conquered everything,
From sea to shining sea.
The rocks, the trees, the people,
Fall down on wounded knee.
Tatanka has vanished,
Just bones bleaching in the sun.
A culture takes its last breaths,
Its world is now undone.

Nothing in their lives could prepare them,
Nothing in their eyes would let them see.
Nothing in their minds would let them foretell,
How it was to be.

And now this is our land,
Just see how far we come.
Our world dissolves in crisis,
Our values seem undone.
We turn back to Wovoka,
Please help us if you can.
And if we can learn from you,
We might save this race of man.

Because nothing in Our lives can prepare us.
Nothing in our eyes can let us see.
Nothing in our minds will let us foretell,
How it is to be.

And now the guns are silent, smoke hangs heavy in the air. . . ..

(Chris Johnson)

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