I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes
  The years have made me old but they've made me wise
  Now the white man lives where our rivers run
    For now better days have passed
  We walk the streets of broken glass
  Our people vanished as snow before the summer sun
  Like dogs we were driven from this place
  Such injustice, time will not erase
  All these changes cannot be undone
    When you feel the anger inside of you
  Hold your head high - let your aim be true
  Though your heart beats like a drum
  My native son
    Once there was a time my little one
  Before the wagons - before the soldiers' guns
  When this land was ours as far as the eagle flies
    No white flag - no broken truce
  With few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear it
  Time won't heal it now
    With each new day that comes to pass
  Will the great spirit free us all at last?
  He said we were the chosen ones
    For all we had there's nothin' left
  We won't forgive - we can't forget
  You know that your day will come
  My native son
    With each new day that comes to pass
  Will the great spirit free us all at last?
  What has happened can never be undone
    When I was young - not yet a man
  The sun rose and set upon our land
  We were the chosen ones
  My native son