The memory remains They built an iron road to cross the plains He was just a child And the buffalo still were wild He heard the voices in his head Ancestors are calling you is what they said Then the vision did appear Twelve black horses he was full of fear
The storms were in his eyes Black Elk was on the rise He healed his people and he never lost The visions in his mind
He turned east into the sun Dancing horses beckoned him to come Gazing from afar His eyes glimmered like a daybreak star He saw the elders gathered round Old as the hills rising from the ground In their knowledge he’d abide Upon the black road he would ride
The storms were in his eyes Black Elk was on the rise He healed his people and he never lost The visions in his mind
With eagle on the wing A thousand voices began to sing He struck the blue man in the heart Then the sky seemed to break apart The flames had died In gladness all the creatures cried Then the rain began to fall The drought was broken and the grass grew tall
The storms were in his eyes Black Elk was on the rise He healed his people and he never lost The visions in his mind