Track.1: Sitting Bull
Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth.

On the banks of the Missouri River a young man reflects on life. Before him lies the bones of a greater man. His name was Sitting Bull as he walked the Earth. A guiding spirit in the search of true humanity. *His spirit and soul still roam the valleys of his homelands. The north winds carry his words for all to hear. Riches await the open hearted. Riches await the open hearted. A wise and spiritual leader was the Hunkpapa holy man. Never once did he lose his faith for his culture and way of life. A Napoleon of the plains his banner drew the discontented. Sacrifice and pain mattered little to this man. *His spirit and soul still roam the valleys of his homelands. The north winds carry his words for all to hear. Riches await the open hearted. Riches await the open hearted. In later life the Ghost Dance would rekindle his youthful rage. As his people suffered reservation life he would not stand still. With the gasp of a dying breath the metal breasts took his life. A great man is born not made from the cradle to the grave. * His spirit and soul still roam the valleys of his homelands. The north winds carry his words for all to hear. Riches await the open hearted. Riches await the open hearted. * His spirit and soul still roam the valleys of his homelands. The north winds carry his words for all to hear. Riches await the open hearted. Riches await the open hearted.