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There’s a hot wind blowing on the desert

Sand showers down like rain

A native cry echoes to the moon tonight

 

He walks miles across the plateau

A lone wolf searching for his pack

With enough anger for a thousand braves

A hundred gods can never bring them back

 

And he howls to the full moon, and he fights his bitter pride

His soul unforgiven, the last of a vanishing tribe

 

Howl on Lonewolf hear you crying

Drown your sorrow in the desert rain

Search on for a new horizon

And cry to me your native pain

 

Father died from diseases of the white man

Mother died drowning out her pain

One by one his people vanish like Apache land

 

Now he paints the wind with his memories

From a young boy to a man who walks alone

An endless search for redskin in a shallow grave

A hundred gods can never bring them home

 

And he howls to the full moon, and he fights the child inside

For reunion of his people, the last of a vanishing tribe

 

Howl on Lonewolf hear you crying

Drown you sorrow in the desert rain

Search on for a new horizon

And cry to me your native pain