In the days of 1890 lived an Indian boy, I'm told He sat upon the rock to prophecy & he spoke of golden bridges & a black cloud up above & the birds in the water in a circle from the sky CHORUS: & he went down to the valley & he went down through the trees & he went down to the people Telling everyone he'd meet But no would would believe him No one would believe him In the year of 1970 lived an Indian boy, I'm told He sat upon the rock to criticize & he saw the golden bridge & the black cloud up above & the birds in the water in a circle from the sky (chorus) No one would believe him No one would believe him Why don't you tell me who is the winner Tell me who is the winner ...& fade