"Oh, warrior-brave, whence do you come By forest path and gliding river, A long-bow swinging at your back, Your arrows in a painted quiver?" "My people came from the setting sun. They answered the Mighty Spirit's calling Over the plains and mountain sides When frost was grey and red leaves falling, When the sun was dim and the nights were chill And wild goose flocks were flying higher And mist over the valley's rim Like smoke from the red man's council fire." "Oh, brother, whence comes this tale you tell As you sit by the fire that the night has thinned?" "The Great Spirit speaks in the thunder's voice And sends His message, blown in the wind." |