Hear that black crow calling
as he comes home in the spring
Hear the last of the sad coyote's cry
Hear the ghost of the plain
Sing of the buffalo again
And fall asleep to a Dakota Lullaby
The wind sings the names
Of the ones who have returned
To this holy land on which their fathers toiled
If you fall down on your knees
Put your ear down to the earth
You might hear their spirits singing in the soil
Hear that black crow calling
as he comes home in the spring
Hear the last of the sad coyote's cry
Hear the ghost of the plain
Sing of the buffalo again
And fall asleep to a Dakota Lullaby
Time rolls forever
Like the lazy grey Missouri
Stars up above the dusty prairie shine
There's a million sleeping braves
They're gonna rise up from their graves
And sing the songs that hold no trace of time
Hear that black crow calling
as he comes home in the spring
Hear the last of the sad coyote's cry
Hear the ghost of the plain
Sing of the buffalo again
And fall asleep to a Dakota Lullaby