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We were driving through South Dakota
While thunderheads formed in the sky
And I held in my hands, an Indian doll
From a Sioux reservation nearby
I stared at the delicate beadwork
While lightening lights formed in the air
A strange kind of peace on her passionless face
Gave a feeling she'd rather be where...
The sky was
The sky was the father
The earth was
The earth was the mother
But I looked at my skin, freckled and burned
Never tan from what I recall
I was a little white girl in her pale, blue dress
Who envied her Indian doll
And as we drove through Custer State Park
My father remembered the many who'd died
Who spoke about massacred soldiers
While I thought of the natives who'd died
For the sky and
The sky and their fathers
The earth and
The earth and their mothers
While the ghosts of a thousand
Dance and chant in vain
While they whirl like dust upon the barren plains
Oh Father
Sky Father
Oh Mother
Earth Mother
Copyright 2009, All Rights Reserved
Music & lyrics by Cheryl Foster
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| Lyric Credits: |
Cheryl Foster |
| Music Credits: |
Cheryl Foster |
| Producer Credits: |
Larry Herzberg |
| Publisher Credits: |
Cheryl Foster |
| Performance Credits: |
Cheryl Foster & Larry Herzberg |
| Label Credits: |
Independent |
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| Song Length: |
0:30 |
| Primary Genre: |
Unique-Unclassified |
| Secondary Genre: |
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| Tempo / Feel: |
Slow (71 - 90) |
| Lead Vocal: |
Female Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1: |
Justice |
| Subject Matter 2: |
Spirituality |
| Language: |
English |
| Era: |
2000 and later |
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