Deandre Fabrizio
Miscellaneous
Sand Creek River
Sand Creek River (Fabrizio De Andre')
They took our hearts under a dark blanket
under a dead moon baby we slept without fear
he was a twenty year old general, blue eyes and the same jacket
he was a twenty year old general, son of a storm
there is a silver dollar on the bottom of Sand Creek
Our warriors too far away on the buffalo trail
and that distant music became louder and louder
I closed my eyes three times, I found myself still there
I asked my grandfather: Is it just a dream?", my grandfather said "Yes
sometimes the fish sing in the bed of Sand Creek
I dreamed so hard that my nose bled
lightning in one ear, paradise in the other
the smallest tears, the biggest tears
when the snow tree flowers with red stars
now the children are sleeping in the bed of Sand Creek
When the sun raised its head on the shoulders of the night
there were only dogs and smoke and overturned tents
I shot an arrow at the sky to make it breathe
I shot an arrow into the wind to make it bleed
Look for the third arrow at the bottom of Sand Creek
They took our hearts under a dark blanket
Under a small dead moon we slept without fear
he was a twenty-year-old general, blue eyes and the same jacket
he was a twenty-year-old general, son of a storm
now the children sleep in the bed of Sand Creek.

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