We didn’t have a religion, just a natural way to live
Co-operating with Mother Nature, and learning how to give

We respected all the animals, as we had to kill to eat
Some wore a single feather and we had moccasins on our feet

We listened to the elders, like the wise one Silver Birch
We had all that which we needed, and we didn’t need a church

We chanted out the rhythm, as we beat the drums of war
When they tried to trap us, we just couldn’t take any more

As they brought us to our knees, they thought that they had won
But they couldn’t break our spirit, they might aswell have tried to catch the sun.

Not the flight of the eagle, or the power of the bear
Could prevent our lives from changing, or make the white man even care

In our waterfall of knowledge, on the mountain by the stream
Our beliefs were very simple, and they could never kill that dream

We didn’t call it Heaven, but we knew what we had found
United with the Spirit, in our Happy Hunting Ground.



Dedicated to all the North American Indians, for their simple truths and perfect faith.

By: Linda Fallen, Essex