Children of America

I was looking at the remains of yesterday
I was crying for what was and is no more
Their land devastated, their origin as well
Their ancestors cry in front of them

And they sing ooeea to the memory of yesterday
And they dance ooeea to the great people that always was

The breeze on the face, the evening falling
The warrior spirit reminds him of what he is
The eagle flies after the ritual
And dances in the sky when the sun goes down

And they sing ooeea to the memory of yesterday
And they dance ooeea to the great people that always was

And the moon draws a big heart in the meadow
And in those children of America, hope returned

And they sing ooeea to the memory of yesterday
And they dance ooeea to the great people that always was

And the moon draws a big heart in the meadow
And in those children of America, hope returned
And in those children of America, hope returned