I pray to the Great Spirit As the moon rose above the water. To the Great Spirit I cried For a vision to be my guide. Before the dawn and out of the morning mist A vision of the Spirit Horse did appear The proud, fierce warrior upon his back His face hidden from view.
	O Great Spirit, Father of my Heart! Take from me this vision of fear. Let me ride into battle With courage at my side. Before the enemy I rode, Taunting them to count coup, From me bravery was understood.
Out of the sun the lance flew, And down the lance my life ran. As I watched the ground turn red I heard on eagle scream my name! On the eagle's wing I rose to the sky And before me I saw the warrior's face Then I knew the vision's truth, That for me no more would the War Drums beat
For I ride the Spirit Horse this DAY!!!