Willie Nelson — Spirit- A Horse Called Music

White Eagle crossed the Big Horn River His ponies piled with fur Snowflower waited with the women of the tribe Too many Moons, he'd been gone from her As the sunset led him homeward He saw clouds of smoke above the trees He cut his ponies loose and rode just like the wind He could smell the white man on the breeze Through the dust he saw the ashes Of his family and home Sole survivor of a pеople Whose spirit he must carry all alonе He rides the horizon Silhouette painted on the moonlit sky And he cries for the ones he loves With an anger in his blood A pain inside his heart And a spirit that never dies White Eagle watched the fall of Custer Died a hundred deaths at wounded knee Walked with his homeless brothers down the Trail of Tears On his path through history And through the years he sees the ashes Of his family and home Sole survivor of a people Whose spirit he still carries all alone As he rides the horizon Silhouette painted on the moonlit sky And he cries for the ones he loves With an anger in his blood A pain inside his heart And a spirit that never dies As he rides the horizon Silhouette painted on the moonlit sky And he cries for the ones he loves With an anger in his blood A pain inside his heart And a spirit that never dies And his spirit must never die