In the days of 1890 lived an Indian boy, I'm told
He sat upon the rock to prophecy
& he spoke of golden bridges
& a black cloud up above
& the birds in the water in a circle from the sky
CHORUS:
& he went down to the valley
& he went down through the trees
& he went down to the people
Telling everyone he'd meet
But no would would believe him
No one would believe him
In the year of 1970 lived an Indian boy, I'm told
He sat upon the rock to criticize
& he saw the golden bridge
& the black cloud up above
& the birds in the water in a circle from the sky
(chorus)
No one would believe him
No one would believe him
Why don't you tell me who is the winner
Tell me who is the winner
...& fade