There was an esteemed Lakota elder
A man of visions who laid dying at his home
Surrounded by his family and friends
His journey on this earth was fast coming to an end
One by one they touched his hands stroked his silver hair
Sang him songs and kissed him on his brow
His mind wandered between this world and the unseen
Some thought it was the fever talking
But his sister knowing his gift of visions
Summoned the Medicine man to come and pray for his comfort
And to listen to his words
When he arrived the elder asked the Holy Man to bring him his pipe
A family member handed the Medicine Man his pipe
And he granted the dying man's request
When he placed it in his arms he closed his eyes
And softly whispered
"Twenty years from this day I see blood and countless tears
Flowing across the ground of Wounded Knee
It is not clear to me why so many people will die
Not only our warriors but our women our children
The young and the old even the four leggeds
They too will be murdered
All will be buried as one in an icy cold grave
There will be no punishment to the murders of our people
Only the dreams they see at night will be their torture
And their sentence of shame
This is my vision
My time has now come and I have but one final request
When I draw my last breath
Take me to Wounded Knee and bury me there
For it is there that I wish for my spirit to linger
Long enough to warn the others of this great tragedy that
Our future holds "
[00:34.59]There was an esteemed Lakota elder
[00:37.59]A man of visions who laid dying at his home
[00:41.34]Surrounded by his family and friends
[00:44.03]His journey on this earth was fast coming to an end
[00:49.71]One by one they touched his hands stroked his silver hair
[00:55.21]Sang him songs and kissed him on his brow
[01:00.40]His mind wandered between this world and the unseen
[01:05.09]Some thought it was the fever talking
[01:08.53]But his sister knowing his gift of visions
[01:10.96]Summoned the Medicine man to come and pray for his comfort
[01:15.46]And to listen to his words
[01:18.71]When he arrived the elder asked the Holy Man to bring him his pipe
[01:24.22]A family member handed the Medicine Man his pipe
[01:27.40]And he granted the dying man's request
[01:30.59]When he placed it in his arms he closed his eyes
[01:35.02]And softly whispered
[01:39.03]"Twenty years from this day I see blood and countless tears
[01:44.53]Flowing across the ground of Wounded Knee
[01:48.21]It is not clear to me why so many people will die
[01:51.96]Not only our warriors but our women our children
[01:56.71]The young and the old even the four leggeds
[02:00.96]They too will be murdered
[02:04.09]All will be buried as one in an icy cold grave
[02:08.65]There will be no punishment to the murders of our people
[02:13.34]Only the dreams they see at night will be their torture
[02:17.46]And their sentence of shame
[02:20.96]This is my vision
[02:24.40]My time has now come and I have but one final request
[02:30.53]When I draw my last breath
[02:33.21]Take me to Wounded Knee and bury me there
[02:37.90]For it is there that I wish for my spirit to linger
[02:41.21]Long enough to warn the others of this great tragedy that
[02:45.40]Our future holds "