Ghostdance - Bill Miller

I wanna go where the blind can see

I wanna go where the lame will walk

I wanna see the sick ones clean

Where the deaf can hear and the silent talk

Where are you going, to a ghostdance in the snow?

Where are all your warriors, i see they’re finally

Coming home

I wanna go where the dead are raised

Where the mountain lion lays down with the lamb

I wanna stand where god is praised

I wanna ride across the plains

To the promised land

Where i’m going don’t need to raise your voice

No starvation we’ll have plenty to eat

No guns no wars, no hateful noise

Just a victory dance, we’ll never taste defeat

Where there’s nothin' done or said

That can’t be forgiven

Where every step you take

Is on sacred ground

Walk away from death

Into the land of the living

Where all the lost tribes

Are finally found