Indian Springs-Indian Dreams

The soft gentle mist rising
Belies the power of the twin
Termultuous crashing falls
That thrust into the azore lake
At the end of the Indian Springs

While the moon and stars
Still seem to twinkle and shine
The saddness in their eyes
Reflects their defeated spirit
At the end of the Indian Dreams

The last of the powerful buffalo
The promise of a new Reservation
Brought the end of the freedom
And happy lives they once had
At the end of the Indian Springs

Their captured hearts yearn
And their memory recalls the Home
Along the lake that mirrors the falls
Oh, to be back in that magical place
At the end of the Indian Dreams

One day with pride and honor
The old brave and his family
Will worship The Great White Father
In the Holy Land of their fathers
At the end of the Indian Springs.