No More Riders

Golden eagle spreads his wings High above in a windless sky And a bare back rider on an open plain We hunt together for our prey Wagon train on an open trail Eagle flies to protect his young As they're standing to face their foe They're too long, this land of hope War drums beat to the dancing feet Young braves high on a victory cry Wheels are burning at the end of day No survivors, dead they lay Campfire burn as the braves return Travel feast to the dead of night No one heard when the soldiers came Way too late, dead they lay Golden eagle spread your wings High above in a windless sky No more riders on an open plain No more riders