In the days of 1890 lived an Indian boy, I'm told
He sat upon the rock to prophecy
And he spoke of golden bridges
And a black cloud up above
And the birds in the water in a circle from the sky
And he went down to the valley
And he went down through the trees
And he went down to the people
Telling everyone he'd meet
But no would would believe him
No one would believe him
In the year of 1970 lived an Indian boy, I'm told
He sat upon the rock to criticize
And he saw the golden bridge
And the black cloud up above
And the birds in the water in a circle from the sky
And he went down to the valley
And he went down through the trees
And he went down to the people
Telling everyone he'd meet
But no would would believe him
No one would believe him
No one would believe him
No one would believe him
Why don't you tell me who is the winner
Tell me who is the winner