He was looking at the remains of yesterday
He was crying for what was and is not
His devastated land his origin too
His ancestors cry out before him
And they sing ooeea to the memory of yesterday
And they dance ooeea to the great people that always were
The breeze on the face the afternoon as it falls
The spirit of the warrior reminds him of what he is
The eagle flies after the ritual
And they dance in the sky when the sun goes down
And they sing ooeea to the memory of yesterday
And they dance ooeea to the great town that always was
And the moon draws in the prairie a big heart
And in those children of America hope returned
And they sing ooeea to the memory of yesterday
And they dance ooeea to the great people that always were
And the The moon draws a big heart on the prairie
And in those children of America hope returned
And in those children of America hope returned