Forever Looking Over In Honor

Peace in the valley's, the golden wheat of harvest, the sunflowers blow in the wind

Drums beat in my heart, as I look over, these hills, mountaintops, my dream of being

Forever, the honor, the pride, our hands, our soul, to the mind, we have grown

The kettles fill up with a hot porridge, we drink from the purest of river waters

The calling of the hawk, he follows, the vultures circle over dead cattle in the pasture

My skin, withered by the sun, though I hear the flute of dance, in every wind

Carry my faith, my spirit it flies, where my people go, I go, I am their Chief

Forever, the honor, my peace pipe, smoked for victory, glory for our lands that be

As I look over, my native mother earth, I see my life