Song Description
On an early morning walk, I carefully placed pinecones on the fresh wounds of newly felled trees. Strangely, I felt much better. I wondered why. A voice bubbled up inside that said, "When you were an Indian, you used to do many things like that." I asked
| Song Length |
3:28 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
Lyrics
WHEN I WAS AN INDIAN
When I was an Indian
I lived on the land
Cooking my food, making clothing by hand.
And I loved every moment that nature had planned.
Way-hey, a-ho, way-hey, a-ho
When I was an Indian
I knew how to pray
Simply by being myself everyday.
And I listened to what all the birds had to say.
Way-hey, a-ho, way-hey, a-ho
And I walked the Red Road with all my relations
Honoring all I could see.
Praying for peace for the Indian Nations
Let me and my brothers and sisters live free.
When I was an Indian
I didn't know fear
I flew like an eagle and ran like a deer.
All the mountains stood proud
And the rivers ran clear.
Way-hey, a-ho, way-hey, a-ho
When I was an Indian
I couldn't explain
Why all the buffalo had to be slain.
And my tears flowed as one
With the warm summer rain.
Way-hey, a-ho, way-hey, a-ho
And I walked the Red Road with all my relations
Honoring all I could see.
Praying for peace for the Indian Nations
Let me and my brothers and sisters live free
When I was an Indian
Spirit came through -
I didn't say much but my words were all true.
And I speak the truth now, you were Indians, too.
Way-hey, a-ho, way-hey, a-ho
Music and lyrics by Sandi Kimmel
Sandi Kimmel - vocal, guitar
John Guth - guitars, bass, percussion
© 1997 S. Kimmel, Sandessence Music (BMI)
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