He's not like a stranger he's more like a vision you'd seen
The kind of a face that you'd see on the edge of a dream
He was beaded and feathered
From his head to his moccasined feet
And now you're singing

Ke sakihetin awasis

He reminds you of a legend that you had known as a child
He knew it too it was about Earth and about Sun
And about sky
Oh it was about wolf and coyote and eagle
And kitchimanitou
And wakontanka

Ke sakihetin awasis

On some reservation your purification's begun
It's the fifth generation the young and the old are as one
Singing come back to the sweetgrass
Come back to the pipe and the drum
And be your future

Ke sakihetin awasis