1890 - Charlie Parr

I was in a burial party, way back to Wounded Knee,

Rock hammers and ice picks, to chip the dead ones free

After the massacre, the blizzard, they’ve been frozen to the ground

Mother, children and warriors we found them all around.

They were frozen in their agony or shock and terror has they fled

The army’s giant Howitzers they sang their song of death

We found chief Big Foot, his scarf around his face

The ice was frozen blood, from neck down to his waist

Their bloody footprints in the snow that the ghost danced for the dead

and I hoped that it was true, what all the legend said.

They’re will be a new spring coming and our families will come home

Game will fill the prairie, crops will always grow.

We wrapped the bodies in red blankets, placed them on our sled

And left there stacked up rifles and everything that they had

Crazy Horse was buried here, someone said as we were due to start

Just as hard, I told him, it’s only just as hard.