Ed Kabotie: The River

"The River is winding across the land, carving its passage into the sand. How can we find the mystic mind of The River? The River is reaching out to the sea, carrying her wisdom and her beauty. I say, are we feeling the beating heart of The River? Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-dang bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong goes The River, yeah. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-dang-bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong goes The River, yeah. When The River is winding and the waters are thriving, within and without all the creatures are finding renewal of vision, supernatural wisdom displayed in the ways of amazing ecosystems! The River today, though, is wasting away, no. Waters bought for dollars by the greed of the state, yo. Dammed up and dying, creation is crying. We say that we're trying to change, but we're lying! Owowe tsan-piye P'oosonge shanki wi na p'ooseedi-i-pi. Ayohawing. (Away to the west, The Great River no longer find's it's Home. -Weeping) Owowe tsan-piye P'oosonge shanki wi na p'ooseedi-i-pi. Ayohawing. (Away to the west, The Great River no longer find's it's Home. -Weeping.) The River is reaching out to you and me to restore her wisdom and her beauty. Can we revive the fleeting life of The River? Because The River is writhing is toxic pain, pollutions and poisons twisting her veins. I say, are we feeling the bleeding heart of The River? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-dang bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong goes The River, yeah. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-dang-bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong goes The River, yeah. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-dang bong. Shaidi-didi-didi-bong-bong goes The River, yeah.