My Child, we have clung to The River. Women, Children, Protectors…
Waiting for you to come Soldier boy
The Black Snake Calvary is before us! Spraying its Venom and Fiery Breath
One by One we have Fallen. Only to Rise Again as The Sun and Great Power
Its ceaseless Writhing and Fury, Feared and Fled as The Soldier boy’s came into camp
Riding upon The Winters Painted War Pony, donned with Feathers and Eagle Staffs
His hooves struck The Earth sounding A Great Drum as he came from Many Nations
My child, I hold you close Soldier boy, close to my bosom, close to The Grandchildren
Within My Heart. Close to My Twilight just over The Next Hill
Let My Spirit remain Forever in this Embrace
Let The River lead you to Our Victory!!!
Said Grandmother Standing Rock……
To Soldier boy.