When they come from the over the mountain Yeah, we'll run, we'll run right around them We've got no guns,  no, we don't have any weapons    Just our corn and the children    [Refrain :] The dust runs the dark clouds     but not us          but not us          The dust runs, the dark clouds, but not us, but not us While we pay for mistakes with no meaning All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving And still I pay dissolves with believing That peace comes, Their peace comes, That peace comes, Their peace comes Now that our bones lay buried below us Just like stones pressed into the earth Well we ain't known by no one before us And we begin with this one little birth That grows on, That grows on, That grows on, That grows on Crippled crow, say something for grieving Where do we go, once we start leaving ? Well close that wound or else keep on bleeding And change your tune, it's got no meaning