Lyrics:

The old people of the earthTell storiesAn old womanOf the old waysShe said -'I recall my joyIn better days'The young warriorsOf the open rainbowSaid 'Tell me is it true?Tell me, do some liveout of bags and ragsIn the cities too?Is it true?'At the edge where I liveHome sweet homeAmericaNative American NationCaught in the devastationAn endless situationWhat can I do?The ghost of prejudiceCuts thru the moonglowPoet on a crying page - Broken RainbowBroken RainbowHome sweet homeAmerica