Lyrics Psalm of Sand Creek -

Psalm of Sand Creek

Smoke from broken camps
Smoke from broken contracts
Borne out on November winds
A flock of seven hundred sheep
Led by one who cruelly preached
A man who coldly traded blood for blood
And at the bend of old Sand Creek
The men out hunting to the east
The women and their children fast asleep
Who is to blame for this most shameful thing?
Chivington’s soldiers take aim
They mowed them down with rifle fire
They ran them through with sabers
They pulled the babes from where they hid
And snuffed their lives with hatred
Though they huddled 'neath the flag
There was no shelter to be had
The ground was clotted thick with blood and scalps
Who takes the blame for this tragic scene?
May Chivington be smothered in flames
May Chivington be smothered in flames
Nothing lives too long
Only earth and mountains
Nothing lives too long
Only earth and mountains