In the heart of the Dakotas Underneath the vast open sky I sit and talk with Grandfather As the evening fades to nigh He guides me through the prairie Where the buffalo once roamed He speaks of sacred teachings And the ancestors we have known We are pitiful, he tells me For we have strayed from the old ways But there is hope for redemption If we listen to what he says Through the smoke of the pipe And the drumbeat of the land Grandfather reminds me Of the power in my hand I am not alone in this journey For my relations stand by my side And the warrior woman's strength Will help me to abide So I walk this path with reverence And honor the spirits that guide For in the heart of the Dakotas My connection to Grandfather will never subside So let us remember our roots And the wisdom they impart And may we always talk with Grandfather With humility in our heart.
