Sand Creek
Genres
Description
The Sand Creek Massacre of 1864 from the viewpoint of Black Kettle on the evening before the atrocity.
Lyrics
In the year of 1864 In the moon of popping trees On the banks of the Arkansas When the water starts to freeze The stars have gone out one by one The moon’s turned pale and weak The spirits will not gaze upon Our children at Sand Creek The Stars and Stripes are flying high Above me as I sleep In a dream I hear our children cry Why is it that they weep? The sky’s been dark since war began Please let us live in peace I reach out for the white chief’s hand The killing now must cease Tonight the lights are going out For the children at Sand Creek
