Dawn Star, re-take the land
Dawn Star, you the man,
guide my own trembling stand,
I’m system-worn,
quite disgraced,
feeling down – down – down
Please don’t harm
No—don’t hurt;
rescue me
send ghost shirts,
for one earthfamily,
true Dawn Star
bring us back home.
Dark, dark night
I’m afraid,
this ole nuthouse
seems my grave,
sinking low,
oh ancestors
take it away.
Bless my night,
soothe my fright
Holy Gift Star
wrap thy wings tigh-ght;
Oh Dawn Star
take my breaking heart
make it whole.
boh/Dale