Hearts of Sage

May our hearts burn like sage,
And bring peace to those on our path.
And may we invite good spirits,
Like the braided sweet grass.

And as we offer us tobacco,
And we offer up our prayers,
They're ignited by the fire,
And carried in the air.

And our ancestors they hear us,
And our ancestors are near us,
And our ancestors believe in us,
All we must do is trust,
In the power of prayer.
For there is power in prayer,
So let's remain in prayer.

For the house on the Rock will stand,
But the mansion on the shifty sand,
Will wash into the ocean,
When those wind of change start blowing,
And those winds of change are blowing.
But we're on the rock, here at Standing Rock.

And it started at Standing Rock,
But this movement will not stop,
It keeps going- and that wind keeps blowing.
But we're on the rock.