First you'll look to his eyes
Soon you're singing lullabies
Ay-ha, ay-ha, ha, ha-yo
Hey-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-yo
He's not like a stranger
He's more like a vision you'd seen
The kind of a face that
You'd see on the edge of a dream
He was beaded and feathered
From his head to his moccasined feet
And now you're singing
Kisâkihitin awâsis
Kisâkihitin abesis
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ha-yo
Ay-hey, hey, ha, ha, ha-yo
Hey-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-yo
Ay-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-yo
He reminds you of a legend
That you had known as a child
He knew it too it was
About Earth and about Sun and about Sky
Oh, it was about Wolf and Coyote
And Eagle and Gitche Manitou
And Wakan Tanka
Kisâkihitin awâsis
Kisâkihitin abesis
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ha-yo
Hey, hey, hey, ha, ha, ha-yo
Hey-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-yo
Hey-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-ya-oh
On some reservation
Your purification's begun
It's the fifth generation
The young and the old are as one
Singing "come back to the sweetgrass
Come back to the pipe and the drum
And be your future"
Kisâkihitin awâsis
Kisâkihitin abesis
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ha-yo
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-ya
Hey-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-yo
Hey-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-yo
Kisâkihitin awâsis
Kisâkihitin abesis
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ha-yo
Hey, hey, hey, ha, ha, ha-yo
Hey-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-yo
Hey-ha, hey, hey, hey, ha-yo
Hey-ha, hey-ha, ha, ha-yo
