Indian Blood

Copyright ©2001 Jorie West

My blood is mixed but my heart is fixed on the ways of my mother's people

Deeply ingrained the child was trained by elders wise and honorable

Taught from birth to love mother earth, to honor the work of Creator

What a noble creed! This life that I lead is simple but could not be greater

Hey ya howa, dahana! Yihowa

Hey ya howa, dahana! Yihowa

First nations all have taken a fall but never took root in the mud

American flourished as her lands were nourished and strengthened by Indian blood

Indian blood frozen in the snow, thaws in the spring and like a river flows

Everything it touches grows much stronger

Indian blood cries out to me, "remember the ways of our ancestry

Roamin' the land, wild and free..... no longer"

Hey ya howa, dahana! Yihowa

Hey ya howa, dahana! Yihowa

I remember the stories of Grandfather and his love for the nations

He paid the highest price, the ultimate sacrifice, for the redemption of all generations

It was the blood that pardoned me, Yihowa's blood set my spirit free

to follow the path of our ancestry, unrestrained

Indian blood washed clean as snow, inner peace like a river flows

Freedom like the winds that blow..... o'er the plains

Hey ya howa, dahana! Yihowa

Hey ya howa, dahana! Yihowa

Translation: Come, Lord Jesus!