โหลดเพลง mp3 Old Man's Vision - Marty Stuart

There was an esteemed Lakota elder
A man of visions, who laid dying at his home

Surrounded by his family and friends

His journey on this earth was fast coming to an end

One by one, they touched his hands, stroked his silver hair

Sang him songs and kissed him on his brow

His mind wandered between this world and the unseen

Some thought it was the fever talking

But his sister, knowing his gift of visions

Summoned the Medicine man to come and pray for his comfort

And to listen to his words

When he arrived, the elder asked the Holy Man to bring him his pipe

A family member handed the Medicine Man his pipe

And he granted the dying man's request

When he placed it in his arms, he closed his eyes

And softly whispered

"Twenty years from this day, I see blood and countless tears

Flowing across the ground of Wounded Knee

It is not clear to me why so many people will die

Not only our warriors, but our women, our children,

The young and the old, even the four leggeds

They too will be murdered

All will be buried as one in an icy cold grave

There will be no punishment to the murders of our people

Only the dreams they see at night will be their torture

And their sentence of shame

This is my vision

My time has now come and I have but one final request

When I draw my last breath

Take me to Wounded Knee, and bury me there

For it is there that I wish for my spirit to linger

Long enough to warn the others of this great tragedy that

Our future holds."