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AI've seen many moons through these wrinkled eF#m7yes
The years have made me old, but they made me wiEse
Now the white man lives where our Drivers run
AFor now better days have paF#m7ssed
We walk the streets of broken gElass
Our people vanished as Dsnow before the summer sun
ELike dogs we were dF#mriven from this Dplace
Such injustice time will not erEase
All these cF#mhanges cannot be unBm7done
When you feel the anger inside of you
Hold your head high, let your aim be true
Though your heart beats like a drum
My native son
Once there was a time, my little one,
Before the wagons - before the soldiers' guns
When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies
No white flag - no broken truce
With few words one can speak the truth;
I don't hear it, time won't heal it now
With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
He said we were the chosen ones
For all we had there's nothing left
We won't forgive - we can't forget
You know that your day will come
My native son
With each new day that comes to pass
Will the great spirit free us all at last?
What has happened can never been undone
When I was young - not yet a man
The sun rose and set upon our land
We were the chosen ones
My native son
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