Hear that black crow calling as he comes home in the spring Hear the last of the sad coyote's cry Hear the ghost of the plain Sing of the buffalo again And fall asleep to a Dakota Lullaby The wind sings the names Of the ones who have returned To this holy land on which their fathers toiled If you fall down on your knees Put your ear down to the earth You might hear their spirits singing in the soil Hear that black crow calling as he comes home in the spring Hear the last of the sad coyote's cry Hear the ghost of the plain Sing of the buffalo again And fall asleep to a Dakota Lullaby Time rolls forever Like the lazy grey Missouri Stars up above the dusty prairie shine There's a million sleeping braves They're gonna rise up from their graves And sing the songs that hold no trace of time Hear that black crow calling as he comes home in the spring Hear the last of the sad coyote's cry Hear the ghost of the plain Sing of the buffalo again And fall asleep to a Dakota Lullaby