"Fire" by Hen-toh
But I don’ jus’ know why.
Mebbe so it’s cause ’at smokes go high,
Way up towa’ds a sky,
An’ could carried it message, higher an’ higher,
’Til He’s got it, Great Spirit.
When he’s smoke it, Peace Pipe, any- wha’
Council, or in lodge,
Smokes curl ’roun’ jus’ kin’ a like it’s dodge
An’ gatha’ up eva’body’s message,
An’ carried it off, jus’ way up tha’,
’Til He’s heard it, Great Spirit.
Long ’go, sometime, he’s want it sen’ word
His frens way off, ’notha’ wha.
He’s fin’ it high place, an’ tha’
Make it smokes go straight in air,
An’ his frens, it’s like they heard,
What he’s ask Him, Great Spirit.
An’ Injun, his folks, time come when he die,
He’s bury him somewha’, not far,
An’ on grave, ’bout time it’s shine star,
He’s make it littl’ fire. What for?
It’s make it light fo’ soul on road, ’at’s why,
To place wha’ He’s call ’im, Great Spirit.