Lyrics

O LITTLE CAMP OF WOUNDED KNEE

(Music: "O Little Town of Bethlehem")

Verse 1:

O little camp of Wounded Knee
We still can hear your cry
As half-asleep in snow so deep
Your helpless people die
From high upon a hilltop
The Gatling guns spit flame
And blood of Sioux is spilled anew
In Custer's holy name

Verse 2:

The boughs that deck the chapel walls
Still fragrant fresh and green
A baby cries, a mother dies
Beneath the manger scene
A choir of cardboard angels
Proclaim glad Christmas cheer
While all around one hears the sound
Of death and pain and tears

Verse 3:

O little camp of Wounded Knee
We pledge as we recall
To love, forgive, and then to live
As brothers, sisters all
Great Spirit, grant us vision
To see our neighbor's worth
And ties that bind all humankind
Bring peace to men on earth

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