Confession of an Old Comanche

Here in the distant prairie lies a quiet haven, Deep canyons bathe in swift, tight waters. The wind and freedom have always been here, The earth belongs to every tribe. Chorus: The earth and the sun roar from the cliffs, The pride of the river he gifted to us. The sunlit earth he gifted to us from above. The sunlit earth he gifted to us from above. The dust of the earth is stained with blood, They conquered the happiness that will come to us.