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APACHE WARRIOR
High above the low green valley
where the golden eagle's soar
where tall mountain peaks lie in the sunshine
high above the valley floor
A lone Apache warrior
sits atop his mighty horse
and watches far below, the wagons
as they stradily roll on course
T'was the enemy, the invader
slowly taking owr' his land
and it angered him immensly
this rolling white man's band
And his black eyes flashed intently
and his heart turned hard as stone
and the white man wouldn't get it
would not get it for his own
For many years his people lived there
underneath the star lit sky
and their black bear, mighty totem
kept them safe until they died
Here they lived in peace and comfort
this great Apache tribe
here their ancestrs had been buried
here they worshiped in great pride
Now here they come the dreaded white man
loaded down with goods and guns
to take away the food and lodging
of his own proud people
and from the little ones
And that night beside the campfire
tribal elders heard his words
while they sat and smoked their old peace pipes
the angry blood within them stirred
This had always been their homeland
since Great Spirit brought them here
their anccestor, so many years ago
and he provided for them greatly
with food and warmth and clothes
from the mightiest of brothers
the great wild buffalo
So they gathered up the people
moved the village deep into the hills
beside a small and winding creek bed
as they desided how to kill
And they painted on their war paint
and wove long feathers in their hair
sharpened all their spears and arrows
as for war they did prepare
Then he said goodbye to Tela
soft and gentle as a dove
and as great tears splashed from her eyes
he rode away from love
Now they mounted swift strong horses
to travel far across the land
there they would attack the wicked white man
with his long and rolling band
But, alas we know the story
of the red man great defeat
for the white man kept coming
ever onward
and we know aabout the heart ache
and the blood shed
and the Apaches sad defeat
But they fought valiantly and bravely
till all brave warriors, in battle died
and the plains they say were flooded
with the tears their women cried
The Great Spirit took them home with him
lovingly to rest and sleep
where there was no dreaded white man
and there is no need to weep
But a few were left to wander
helpless and at starvations door
left to dream of gallant warriors
and of their peaceful life before
And they were herded just like cattle
to the reservations rocky ground
and for all their time left living
they were were cursed and pushed around
and where there was naught but tears and pain
and here they lived their lives
in hard work and in squalor
to fulfill the white mans gain
