There could be living on this land! There could be peace for every man With a woman weaving him wampum By the light of the crimson sun. There could be singing beneath the sky! There could be joy that does not fly With the children teaching us wisdom By the wonder in their eyes. With the children teaching us wisdom By the wonder in their eyes. There could be living on this land! There could be peace for every man With a woman weaving him wampum By the light of the crimson sun Sweet wise woman weaving him wampum By the light of the crimson sun!