David Rovics
Morning at Minnehaha
It's six o'clock and the air is filled with good thingsThe scent of eggs and coffee drifts upon the windNot far away the sacred fire burnsOne sentry's shift is over and another one beginsPeople gathered from the four directionsUnited by a love of life, pledged to stand or fallIt's Wounded Knee and People's Park unitedHere will be born a homeland, not a highway to the mallIt's morning at the Minnehaha Free StateA little strip of native landAlong the banks of the MississippiRight here the Mendota make their standThe Mendota people lived along this riverFish among its waters and hunted on the plainNow they are a people with no homelandAnd they say here beside the river they'll remainIt's morning at the Minnehaha Free StateA little strip of native landAlong the banks of the MississippiRight here the Mendota make their standAnd when the cops and 'dozers comeLetras de cancionesTo carry off every faceWill you come to MinnehahaRise up, lock down and take their place?It's morning at the Minnehaha Free StateA little strip of native landAlong the banks of the MississippiRight here the Mendota make their stand
From Letras Mania