I've been waiting for my ancestors
to dig me out of my grave.
My heart's grown cold and tired.
My hands must find the way.
I've been dreaming my grandfather's
been watching over my bones,
waiting for the day
when he can carry me home.

Come home Crazy Horse.
Bring back your fearless wind.
We've all been waiting
to help you rise again.
Your light's been shining
across this starless sky.
Let's all let the river court
the moon tonight

Well my ancestors they are long gone.
I cannot feel guilty
for the things they have done.
But as through the mountain
the pale wind blows we look to our kin
and tell them no one owns the fountain
but your land was stolen from the brown skin.

So the new wisdom has gone off to hide its grey.
The old still beating heart cannot take the lead today.
For its ideas lack the youth and the speed.
We'll just grow forever younger
on the reason highway.

Come home Crazy Horse
Bring back your fearless wind.
We've all be waiting to help you rise again
And if one day I should grown old
I would feed the thankful hand
and live the life of the buffalo.