Red Cloud

Words and music by Bill Price

Saw a picture of a man - he'd seen the passing of many moons
I could place the face but not the name
Sad-eyed, feathers and buffalo hide - he had the wrinkles of a punished pride
Oddly familiar his head bowed in shame

Then his arrow pierced my memory
Under the big skies his people had roamed
And I envied their existence, but I pitied the resistance
As they fought for freedom and lost their home

A tipi divided, about to fall
The burning of a beautiful tree
I was hoping that he'd hold out, but it seems that he sold out
As they aimed their temptations at his newfound greed

Red Cloud, what have you done?
Red Cloud, where is your son?
Red Cloud, why did you give up the gun?
The warrior shouts, "Are we still one?"
Red Cloud

I looked a little deeper and I wondered
Just exactly what my pose would've been
Would I have been cursed - had the roles been reversed
If I'd have worn the moccasin

Red Cloud, what have you done?
Red Cloud, why did you give up the gun?
Red Cloud, where is your son?
You did the things I would have done
Red Cloud

The tree I'm growing now - it is broken
The leaves try and hide the decay
Now I realize, it was the sadness - that's the thing - and I began to empathize
And I see the hypocrisy of my way

Red Cloud, what have we done?
Red Cloud, where is our son?
Red Cloud, why do we give up the gun?
I'm doing exactly what you've done

Red Cloud, what have I done?
Red Cloud, why do I give up the gun?
Red Cloud, I am your son
The warrior shouts, "Are we still one?"
Red Cloud

© 2009 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)