River of Blood
When I look across the sad, blowing grass
I see the horses fall; I hear the cries
I wipe my eyes
and see the river run red
It hurts my head
to feel so much death
To hear the brave's last breath
and see his blood run free
I want to scream with the pain I feel
Pounding hoofs on the grassy hill,
pounding now in my heart, that's torn apart,
with an arrow
Oh, the sorrow!
The sorrow that still lives in the grass,
in the wind, in the mud.
It still lives on
in the rushing river of blood.
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