The white man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribe, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard, we fought him well
Out on the plains, we gave him Hell
But many came to much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes, Galloping hard on the plains.
Chasing the Redskins back to their holes,
Fighting them at their own game.
Murder for freedom, stab in the back.
Women and children are cowards, attack
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes, hunting and killing's the game
Raping the women and wasting the men,
The only good Injures are tame.
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold,
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives