Don Conoscenti

out beneath the red man sky.
i saw the ghost of old geronimo.
back up in the wichitas.
cold sparkle of a new moon glow.

he's dancing up the narrows.
moving across the valley floor.
starry headdress mirrored
in the cache creek pooled below.

he's singing "lies live deep in your beliefs.
in the troubled echoes of
your manifested destiny.
time to change your history.
it's our turn now to set you free.
our turn now to set .. you .. free"

"it's time to change your history.
not with bullets treaties or disease.
first to die but not the last to leave.
our turn now to set you free."

out beneath the red man sky.
i saw the ghost of old geronimo.