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The creator today took my father home

No longer the land will we freely roam

Straight to San Carlos made of ash and stone

With the soldiers they will send

So with Geronimo I choose to ride

And lead the others free to the mountainside

The one they call general has spoken lies

When they come we will rise again

Some of us each day are hunted down

We bury the dead in the mountain ground

They torture the young and the old they found

And I struggle to understand

How one can lay claim to another's home

Something that man he could never own

Now the creators gift lies in the hands of those

Who will rape my eyes before I see it go

As the summer moon shows armies drawing near

My spirit love overcomes the awe in ear

I look down on where we once could hunt and grow

Father blind my eyes before I see it go

Black out all my emotions with silence

Bury them all with the summer dead

You and I climb onward to "No Fence"

They would be surprised what the wolf has said

And the signs they read