you can tear down the mountains and blacken the sky
you can silence my language and take away my fire
still I survive
I was here before you came, I was given this land
these hills and plains know the feel of my hand
still I survive
the wind in this land whispers my people's name
the echoes of my dreams return with the rain
still I survive
you can slander my customs and categorize
assimilate me, make me stand in line
still I survive

I was born with the wind, I've been here since the beginning
the same wind this very moment whispering my name

the bones in my face testify
the scars on my chest cannot lie
Sundancer... sundancer... sundancer...

passed down through the ages- the sweet grass and sage
my grandfathers grandfathers secrets will remain
still I survive
bled into the soil beneath my feet
when I dance these memories come back to me
still I survive
the pain and sacrifice awaken me
Sundancer-setting my people free
still I survive

the bones in my face testify
the scars on my chest cannot lie
Sundancer... sundancer... sundancer... sundancer
Sundancer... sundancer... sundancer...

Posted Monday, May 18th 2009