Heartbeat land
exists only in our dreams.
Ba Bum Bum
Ba Bum Bum
The white man is
gone.
Our children are
not being take from
our grasps.
Ba Bum Bum
Ba Bum Bum
The land is fertile
The sacred bison
roam free once again.
Ba Bum Bum
Ba Bum Bum
The Creator
will come play
The Medicine Game
and heal us.
Ba Bum Bum
Ba Bum Bum
War will not be
so carelessly fought
Blood will not be so
mindlessly shed
as it is
now.
Ba Bum Bum
Ba Bum Bum
Our ancestors
will put down
their bondages-
no longer will they be
weighed
down
Ba Bum Bum
Ba Bum Bum
Heartbeat land
exists only in our dreams.
